Make Room - Lucille Crew

No limit, Street chemist

Big business, Lord be my witness

Lit to the fullest, No guest list

Entrance, Give a motherfucker room

Yeah the Team of the kitchen Cooking up editions

Till it pops like a piston

The Cross like Isaiah with the pistons

Steam got me tripping, swerve got me slippin'

Her body all friction, yeah I only give a reason

Top shelf, Big budget, Cool breeze

Game fitted yeah I’m twisted

See i’m Back on my bullshit — No love

Ugh

See i’m Burnt by the stash

4AM and my city on blast

Kingpins for the cash

You see it’s no chill sun never ease

Star calm on fresh leaves- get my guape right

Cheddar cheese, the fat man scoop freeze

Yeah i got what they need

The corners restless, No defence

Cold suspects in this deep abyss

Days faithless, so audacious

Cans uplift for exit wound

Cooked spoons since Reagan For the bands

2 hands, 2 plans

The getaway or the last stand

Damn

That’s the story of my life fam