La Música de Harry Fraud
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Angel on the hood, the hustler that could
From bad make good, from one make dual
From that make plural, multiple, quadruple
Lamborghinis revving in the warehouse in neutral
Music been fruitful, can't complain
But for sure it's some sucker-ass niggas in the gang
Can't put change on everybody
You get fucked up when you get sloppy
After this, watch niggas cop it
Tried to, before all hell is shut
Probably caught fallin' in a baby hammer
Duck tail spoiler, with the radar scanner
She bought me a new tracksuit every day I stayed with her in Atlanta
So I left her with a handful
Sorry, baby girl, I gotta scramble
You know how your mans do
Damn
What's the matter?
Bergen's taking the Testarossa
Ayo, German engine in the car, big joints sound stuffed, cigars (Yeah)
No luck, this glory to God (Uh huh)
Nah, this ain't no overnight shit
I been grindin' hella hard, turned up into a nice flip (I did)
Fucked up life, had me stuck in a tight grip
Battling vices, taking L's like the dice trick, flight risk (Yeah)
Now it's twice the rent for my Nike kicks (Haha)
On planes, high as a kite, jet lag, bitch (Yeah)
Lately life's lit, can't complain, I see no comp'
All these niggas is playin', been speedin' in my lane
Married the game, never broke a promise (Uh huh)
I need a boatload of dollars
Hopping out 'Rari like Philip Michael Thomas or Collins (Yeah)
Fuck college, made commas over my street knowledge (Yeah)
Everybody eats, now we on shit
Brick by brick, I built this
Now pricks wanna be partners (Yeah)
Fuck outta here
After I pick up Acosta and meet Levec, we go to the drop
How are you gonna give us the location?
There's no way I'll be able to do that. Acosta's Colombian, he doesn't trust Anglos. It has to be me
