She in My Car - Casey Veggies, Dom Kennedy

Yeah, life rhymes

That’s all I know, that’s all I do

Yo, I got some problems that you can’t relate

I got some condos that be out of state

We got Serato at the spot, though

And we party with some bottles, go full throttle, that’s the motto

If I pull up, she gon' follow, used to hit, all them potholes

Picked up the tour van in Chicago now we pullin' up in drop Rolls

She passin' out, I be revivin' hoes

I gotta sit down, we passin' out at the Bellagio

She hand it to me like I order that

She hand it to me, I’m up the middle, she my quarterback

Been hittin' sit ups, runnin' laps, tryna get my core intact

‘Cause I look around, and my elders teach me time’ll pass

‘Cause it’s been fast since the last time I got a hall pass

Said I was goin' to the bathroom, but really, I just wanted to swag

Lunch time, everything fine, when the bell ring we’ll be doing the day

Either we gon' make a dollar or we gon' try to make away

This my shit — that shit sound hard

After my show — she in my car

Started a hustle — now we stars

We hit the strip, she in my car, she in my car, she in my car

She in my car, she in my car, she in my car

She in my car, she in my car, her problems solved

Said this my shit — that shit sound hard

Started a hustle — and now we stars

And now we stars

So bring it to me like I ordered that

I’m downtown in my corner flat

Yeah — screamin' «other people’s money, nigga»

So right now I don’t wanna rap

‘Cause I’m that nigga you don’t wanna jack

Yeah — she leave me, I don’t want her back

I got hoes, I don’t want her back

I got hoes, I don’t want her back

So shout out to Veggies

I’m not doin' no feature for no nigga except me

My mom she love Pepsi, but me, I drink Beck’s, see?

Times are real hard, but the Lord he protects me

My niggas gon' rep me, bitches gon' text me

I’m fuckin' with Lexi, on weekends especially

Write ‘til my hand hurt and then I go lefty

You want it?

Come test me

And you’ll end up resting