Cadillac Grills Testo

We done came up from the bottom to the top (bleaw)
My cloth ain't from the same cut, I got it, I can't stop now
Tryna make my momma proud, still my stomach's in knots
Recover my spot, ignore the thorns in God's crown
Let it knock loud, I'mma storm the hot sound
This port(?) I do not drown, imported in compounds
We enforce it to the whip's foreign and we lock town
Glide in the convertible drops with the power tops down
Open the moon roof, exhale hydroponic clouds
I keep 'em in suspense, like some hydraulics, wow Shanghai wattage, state defyin' logic
Rhymes is fiber optics, exotic rhymes ride in cockpit
Find 'em in the tropics, enjoy a gorgeous night
Breakin' up, burnin' that CD, this that northern lights
My Jordan Nikes step on the gas and it forfeit fights
MCee's one of prestige who can't afford the price

Cadillac grills, suicide doors
Came stackin' pills with bricks inside the floors
Straight like that, I was taught to strive for more
Fly in a Delorean, slide in a Topmore

MCee in the backpack, studs on the outskirts(?)
Bricks on the inside, double flat role top
Battlecry lullaby, tell you a war story
The second flood nine statue of limitation's goal
Frightening, a chair full of lightning
Is what a nigga facin' if I eva face indictment
Pray for me, after that, break up the J for me(?)
Take this piece that's fotent, meet homie, he got some paint for me Turn it out, he gon' bring in scale to balance out
Little chessy chubber, that's cool
Everything balanced out, fair exchange, leave the Hummer
Take the Range, the tail light went out, I gotta go and get it changed

Cadillac grills, suicide doors
Came stackin' pills with bricks inside the floors
Straight like that, I was taught to strive for more
Fly in a Delorean, slide in a Topmore

Known to keep a stash, we got that mass appeal
I got keys in the cab, please don't grab the wheels
No leaks in the bag, that shit is vacuum sealed
Move like lawn mowers, snakes is the grass revealed
I spit it well, straight to the point, like digital scales
Take the whif, the smell of every joint is fishscale
Canine sniffin' can't tell, yeah, we givin' 'em hell
It's freedom of speech, we'll have you sitiin' in a prison cell
How you ship 'em platinum for you to sit on a shelf(?)
You gon' have the ship of free crack standin' for yo shit to sell
You lack the pirax vision and the figures for Yale(?)
Next year you'll be left fishin' yoself wet out of a wishin' well
Runnin' for the border and forgettin' yo passport
Biggie's commandments, how big he could get in the crash-course(?)
You're gettin' what you asked for, snitchin' to the taskforce
Givin' pigs permission to search ? your dashboard
Pussy