tory lanez - 580 benz (prison tapes) lyrics
[intro: tory lanez]
yeah, yeah
[verse 1: tory lanez]
i get in the booth, and i spit poetry
ain’t no hotter flow as me—all gas on free
580 benz just so i can spin—yeah
plain glocks and aks—switches just a trend to us
ridin’ ’round cullinan, she say she don’t f_ck wit’ rappers
pass her to my bruddanem, let ’em introduce theyself
like, “uh_uh_uh_uh_uh_uh_uh”—f_ck it, get a drum or sumn
teach you how to turn a fishscale into a metric ton
i been eatin’ all this bread—i gotta feed the steppers some
smokin’ like i got a extra lung inside my chest or sumn
black caught a bullet to his cap—well, she had a extra onе
call my phone when i was f_ckin’ tati in the rеstaurant
n_ggas shot, but i can’t sleep until i shoot the rest of ’em
hitters, they can’t eat until they turn ’em to a vegetable
layin’ in jamaica, montego, eatin’ festival
i’m white boy wasted when you see me at the festival
two .9s, seventeen shots, call him two times
hurt to see a n_gga tell a true lie
i was stuck in shootouts a few times, bullets just like fruit flies
ain’t no wakin’ back up in no gulag—real
my haters doin’ voodoo; look what i brought the crew through
dirty af1s—i used to have to lace the loop through
my baby mama thuggin’—she even slided in her two_two
when we was ridin’ out like that, i must’ve had a screw loose
syrup sandwiches, eatin’ rice with the ketchup
put the corned beef in a bowl like a dog fetchin’
you ever worried about yo’ dollar more than you worried about yo’ health?
you ever worried about yo’ partner more than you worried about yourself?
i swear, uh, these n_ggas dangerous—huh
but they ain’t gon’ play wit’ us; show ’em million dollar faces—yeah
sh_t, my attorney looks amazin’—yeah
we don’t take no pills, but sh_t been feelin’ like the matrix—yeah
[chorus: tory lanez]
it’s all or nothin’
takin’ what’s mine is just not for discussion
my woadie got a drum, and that sh_t ain’t for percussion
riskin’ it outside, and a n_gga been hustlin’
stacked it outside—i won’t lose this sh_t for nothin’
throw it all away
imagine that i threw it all away
all away
can’t throw this all away
throw it all away
imagine that i threw it all away
all away
can’t throw this all away
[verse 2: hollywoodsos]
rollin’ with the family, i said, “motherf_ck the homies”
meanin’ i can’t hang around if you don’t really know me
and i ain’t givin’ info out for questions on the brodie
“hit me on the jacksons, get yo’ money”—what he told me
on the road, i had to learn to handle my emotions
never greedy, pass it to a n_gga if he open
had to put that work in—nothin’ ever came from hopin’
don’t tell me that you down for me—i prefer if you show it
we done switchin’ lanes and then, we hopped out on the new ride
my n_gga told me bird’s the only bird he ever flew out
and he down to up it—ain’t a problem to pull a tool out
it hurt him when it rains, but that’s just wounds from the shootouts
[chorus: tory lanez]
it’s all or nothin’
takin’ what’s mine is just not for discussion
my woadie got a drum, and that sh_t ain’t for percussion
riskin’ it outside, and a n_gga been hustlin’
stacked it outside—i won’t lose this sh_t for nothin’
throw it all away
imagine that i threw it all away
all away
can’t throw this all away
throw it all away
imagine that i threw it all away
all away
can’t throw this all away
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