"nissanVersacoupe" lyrics
And I do what I gotta do
In my place of solitude
That's the nissan versacoupe
Stick and move, it's nothin' personal
Twenty-six hours across the damn nation
10 & 2 hand placement
What a dream...
Guillotine snuggling my advantages
But it's all gravy, what made me is risky chance takin
Knew kids with fan pages
Knew kids who bookin gigs before a school dance
Ages 9, 10, 14
They whole careers forseen by...
Industry honchos
Helped me learn two main things:
To get a head need hella bread
Or makin sure ya brain's keen
My mother used to drive a Taurus, but I crashed that...
Driving home from Prom, I took some mini naps back
Lucky she traded it, came home with two new hatchbacks
Thank God! Lemme fill the tank up
We don't gotta train ride no mo'
We don't need a plane ride, let's road trip this shit
Packed everything that I own on Route 66
From Dutchtown to Tinseltown, I got some scripts to flip. Yanno...
And I do what I gotta do
In my place of solitude
That's the nissan versacoupe
Stick and move, it's nothin' personal
Been a "textbook worker", my life came out the script
I just stay lowkey, on the grind, and out the mix.
Prolly should rest more, just go chill on the couch and shit
Ask anybody, I only go to the house to shit.
Bout to flip out if somebody don't notice that I been growing
'Know this is all freelance, but shit, I deserve a promotion.
Workin niggas is coastin, rookie niggas is boasting
I done checked myself, wrecked it, blessed the veterans and some mo' shit.
Four years later and the pictures different
Made six new digits, and my homies say my whip is kiddish.
Always been numb to the pressures of materials standards
Plus my whip like a shrink, an open place where I think.
I'll never leave you, oh no... til my brakes see-thru
I'll go trade it for a Maxima
Or whatever the dealer offer with the least taxes bruh
I run my shit into the ground before I pack it up
And that's for everything
And I do what I gotta do
In my place of solitude
That's the nissan versacoupe
Stick and move, it's nothin' personal
Oh no no no no no
Ain't shit personal
Let it out in the car
Game face on in public, nigga you know ain't shit personal
In my place of solitude
That's the nissan versacoupe
Stick and move, it's nothin' personal
Twenty-six hours across the damn nation
10 & 2 hand placement
What a dream...
Guillotine snuggling my advantages
But it's all gravy, what made me is risky chance takin
Knew kids with fan pages
Knew kids who bookin gigs before a school dance
Ages 9, 10, 14
They whole careers forseen by...
Industry honchos
Helped me learn two main things:
To get a head need hella bread
Or makin sure ya brain's keen
My mother used to drive a Taurus, but I crashed that...
Driving home from Prom, I took some mini naps back
Lucky she traded it, came home with two new hatchbacks
Thank God! Lemme fill the tank up
We don't gotta train ride no mo'
We don't need a plane ride, let's road trip this shit
Packed everything that I own on Route 66
From Dutchtown to Tinseltown, I got some scripts to flip. Yanno...
And I do what I gotta do
In my place of solitude
That's the nissan versacoupe
Stick and move, it's nothin' personal
Been a "textbook worker", my life came out the script
I just stay lowkey, on the grind, and out the mix.
Prolly should rest more, just go chill on the couch and shit
Ask anybody, I only go to the house to shit.
Bout to flip out if somebody don't notice that I been growing
'Know this is all freelance, but shit, I deserve a promotion.
Workin niggas is coastin, rookie niggas is boasting
I done checked myself, wrecked it, blessed the veterans and some mo' shit.
Four years later and the pictures different
Made six new digits, and my homies say my whip is kiddish.
Always been numb to the pressures of materials standards
Plus my whip like a shrink, an open place where I think.
I'll never leave you, oh no... til my brakes see-thru
I'll go trade it for a Maxima
Or whatever the dealer offer with the least taxes bruh
I run my shit into the ground before I pack it up
And that's for everything
And I do what I gotta do
In my place of solitude
That's the nissan versacoupe
Stick and move, it's nothin' personal
Oh no no no no no
Ain't shit personal
Let it out in the car
Game face on in public, nigga you know ain't shit personal
