Flee Lord, Roc Marciano - Breeze in a Porsche lyrics

The sample off key, we handing off deep
Papi need a 50 piece, Ms brenda want 3
Been cliquing all week
They been spending the stipend
If they buy a 9 piece, imma give them a 20
Yea the fiends make it over time
Green staying on my mind
D's on the roof tryna watch
But they going blind
Post up in the stairs, no cup, ain't a tear
On the average niggas move four
Doves in a year you gon need a strong drink
And an extra long mink
If you leave the wrong message
Long weapons going blink
Cheek bone getting broke if you
Spеak on the folks
Why the prices so high, woa
Thе streets wanna know
This loop is so sick gonna
Scoop your whole bitch
I'm a hot headed nigga with
A super cold wrist i fought for my spot
Done walked all the blocks
I was yelling from the bottom now
I talk from the top

Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche
In 22, but love, it's turn to a
Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche
In 22, but love, it's turn to a
Yea but lovey, don't try me
Or Roc, the way he grimey
In the slums with my crimies
Pussy think he can line me
Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche
I breeze in a Porsche

Call up Lord, bought the Concord
I was getting top from some blonde broad
The speed hit Mach-4 knock your socks off
Might cop a whore to box the Porsche
Although she got on agent Provocateur
Mind, abide by the law
To be honest might rip your
Pockets off your shorts (get him)
The high cost of life is the drive force
Got blinders on the horse, I'm a cyborg
From all that I saw tears
From my eyeballs fall
All my songs is like being a fly on the wall
I'm married to the game by common law
This is a college course on how
To be a solid entrepreneur
You're not mature (at all)
You're what I call an eyeball
My china doll got designer on
She buy ya boy anything I want (facts)
And there's still too many fingers up
Keep a couple guns to finger fuck
Pussy done leaking, buss cheeks blush