Cully - Grand Theft Cardio lyrics

[Verse 1: Cully] Smoking on that endo until my upper end grows That's my brain I've heard it's insane if you don't keep your friends close Doors to the Benz close Hell no, it's a weekend rental with the speakers up and Rediscussing my past, it's too, no three disgusting To beat me up with, you'll crash Into an armored car Steal the cash and your Audemars Pray to God that we all Allah You the type to get high and then call your mom I'm an a**hole, so self involved Cuz my advice ain't helping y'all To get them Louis leather belts and all Planet Earth never felt so small Until the space ship windows get polarized with endo It's like we live in the Matrix (yeah, yeah, yeah) sh**'s gonna get slow Out here tinted and faded Tongue kisses for the women who hated Models on Tumblr thinking they're famous Who are way to young like b**hes with braces (yup) Used to swear at my principal Now I'm speaking in parables You rock rags, I'm wearing clothes Crowds are grabbing, tearing holes I'm very, very aware of hoes f** several, slap some You're scared of most I warm up, prepare to go, all in Play my role like raw fish in sushi slabs Go on tour bring groupies back Only f** them once, stay true to that Then move them back into position That's real life go strip for tuition Drop out, start a business Take a vacation, ain't dying for it to end Make a million, spend it all Restart so I'm fly as a b**h again [Hook] So if you run it I'ma jump in Hitting something, pop a switch Fake a** stunting at the function You the one my problems with I'm smoking on this stogie Until these b**hes roll me A real blunt so I don't feel stuff Then go kick it with the homies [Verse 2: Cully] When the clock strikes midnight And you don't ever live right What if you don't wake up again? Decisions have you living with hundreds of enemies And some fake a** friends Even scar face got chomped in the end Ride a nice whip? Get slumped in the Benz In the club, at a function with friends Get dumped on and dumped on again until you're finally dead Here's a straight life, try it instead Where it's only strays that fly at your head Reincarnated then you're dying again Reincarcerated like I'm trying to live Climbing sh** they won't set me free Fly as a b**h they won't let me be If I lift the weight of the world then everybody should flex with me Drug free ecstasy Non-violent weaponry Still scrap for cheap No sleep, maybe nap in the back of jeeps Where OGs gonna pa** the weed Hop out TP every house on Gatsby's street Then hop back and speed 'Til the police capture me I'ma have to be Running, gunning checking back of me [Hook]