Chevys and Space Ships - Stalley

I be driftin on some other ish

Tryin to make money, I’m on my Southern ish

But quietly I’m tryin to be where the money is

Between Chevy’s and them Spaceships

is what I’m dying for, but I’m in to hatin shit

Like whack rappers and boppin chicks

Tryin to shake pockets be on some mockin ish

All types of birds in this dirty game

So I keep a couple wolves with some sturdy aim

Be my mobbin ish

Hittin targets from miles away

But usually, this side of my mind is cooped up

But it’s out today and it’s driftin

Z28 with the shift and Chevy doors lift and

I’m showin out, no more holdin out

And half these niggas don’t know what to talk about

So they blabbin out, as far as confidence and throwin bars

My content goes beyond stars

Super stardom, Post-pardon

Emo Joggin, it’s all Hardy Har when

It’s laughter in the air

So I puff the shisher blow the smoke in the air

And watch through the clouds all these problems disappear

As the ashes fall to the side along with these spheres

They say this type of wisdom comes with years

And I’m wise behind mine, A cold nigga

A Red Diamond out the coal mine, Newly found

So hold time, as I hold mine down

Prince became King, tell em they can give me my crown

NOW

Listen people are you ready?