Car Sick - Remix

Lyrics

[Intro] (if young Iyambo don't trust you ima shot you) [Chorus] I remember back when you were car sick Hanging out in my van, you were my bitch Now you're just a bad bitch i think you lost it Think you lost it I think you lost it I remember back when you were car sick Hanging out in my van, you were my bit Now you're just a bad bitch i think you lost it Think you lost it Think you lost it [Verse 1] Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom Hood rats, now a nigga fuckin' on models Ridin' in the foreign, remember ridin' on MARTA Grind got harder and my mind got smarter I was gettin' bags for the cheap When I ain't had money, I was robbin', nigga I was gettin' bags for the free 21 Gang, they were right beside me And they still with me, nigga, I'm on TV Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover Niggas tryna clone a nigga's shit, damn, woah Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit Can't change on my gang, niggas still here Kinda hard to change my ways 'cause the shit real Niggas rappin' 'bout shit they ain't even lived Niggas lyin', I can hear it in their ad-libs I'm poppin' Percocets, bitch, not Advil It's kinda fucked up what they did to Black, damn If I catch him in the trap, I'ma whack him I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, I'ma whack him Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion Makin' sure my kids happy They dependent on their daddy Tryin' not to let the streets distract me I know it's bumps in the road like acne Had to sell dope, I couldn't be an athlete I'm a solid young nigga, you can ask C The internet ain't gon' help you understand me [Chorus] I back when you were car sick Hanging out in my van, you were my bitch Now you're just a bad bitch i think you lost it Think you lost it I think you lost it I remember back when you were car sick Hanging out in my van, you were my bit Now you're just a bad bitch i think you lost it Think you lost it Think you lost it [Verse 2] Ain't rockin' no SI2 My diamonds VVS Ain't driving no CRV My coupe is a GT-S All the hard times gave me strength So I can carry this money to the bank Nobody helped me, there's no one to thank Now they watching the picture I paint My plug always make sure I'm straight Not every superhero got a cape Smoking on Backwoods bad for me But I don't wan't smoke on a vape (yeah) I ain't healthy, but my pockets they in shape (yeah) Fucking all these hoes, I'm touring state to state (state to state) Laying by the pool, your girlfriend feeding me grapes (feeding me grapes) Gotta keep it on me, I got a lot at stake I spend a mortgage on my clothes, now I'm balling (I'm balling) Girl, I'm tryna fuck right now, no time for stalling (stalling) I just got a walk-in closet to put the mall in (mall in) My whip so close to the floor, you gotta fall in (it's foreign) I stopped wearing Levi's, now it's Balmains (Balmain) Every time you see me, I'm with the same gang (same gang) I'm tryna get a hundred mil, fuck tryna maintain (maintain) Pour me up another six, I'm killing all pain (killing all pain)