[Hook: Drake]
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
That black wood in my white range, that 65 with that c**aine
That 95 with that yay yay, I-5 with that halftime
I'm taxing n***as, I'm decking n***as
I'm whacking n***as, be on max
I'm on it, I'm on it, yeah, yeah b**h, I'm on it
Fixed to ship my n***a Screwface a package from California
Never changed my price on the white b**h
They liked 'em, but couldn't afford 'em
Mixed my wrist like Prince
And the crack came back lighter than Apollonia
And my incense burning, West coast in my wood packed
Used to lace my blunts with that powder sh**
But that was way back, I can't change that
Now I reminisce on them hot days
Reminisce on them cold nights
I was blessed to make it through my adolescence
Still f**ing up in my dope life
But I still wouldn't change a thing
Cold blood running through my veins
That black wood in my white Range
To my white b**h to that right mayne
And I'm still gon' slang them thangs
East Side running through my veins
I shower b**hes in champagne
Yeah, this the lifestyle of the insane
[Hook: Drake]
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Incense burning, still f**ing my old b**h
Got problems off in my household, old girl be bringing up old sh**
Get mad fighting, we go sit like who's this ho you so close with?
Why the b**hes calling your number if they just a group of b**hes you smoke with
See Fred you a motherf**ing dog
You the type of n***a got to have it all
You remind me of my pops
Want to cut a n***a off, but she can't stop
Want to cuss a n***a out till she can't breathe
Telling me that she gon' go, but she can't leave
Man Fred you could please when you get back home
She gone with the dog and the car keys
Got damn, now I'm realizing that I love her
f**ed up when I put this other life above her
Tricking off on a stripper, I bet I bust it her
On the outside I'm too cool, but I'm broken up undercover
Hide my feelings through my drug habits
And I based my raps off my interactions with drug addicts
And drug dealers, them k**ers creeping coming for that paper
One of my own homies just might leave a n***a stanking
In a dope house where you coke out
[Hook: Drake]
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own sh**
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change