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• Artiste: Statik Selektah
• Titre: Slept To Death
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Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death We up, we jets, stay baked and fresh Look at how I step out these Air Max blending with my sweats Live like 95 TV in the Pathfinder, watch New Jersey drive Thinking 'bout a heist thinking 'bout my life, getting high This shit nice, I can't lie But it came from a grind, this wan't overnight This was over an extended period of time They tried to throw me in the box, cover it with rocks I expanded on my house, purchased some drops Legal hustle Andretti OG the cash crop Throat the smoke in the spot Come and see us, we out, I'm easy to spot Low rider low top, three wheel up the block Throw up a jet life, a peace sign and then an east side Stare in the mirror, turn the lights off And say me name three times and I appear through the smoke Andretti, Andretti, Andretti and a Nissan Skyline, we often missed the child crazy high Me and Statik got them coupes in traffic Them bitches looking at us but we duck 'em if they goofy acting Baby I'm a hundred everywhere your dude be lacking Any time you see me, you witnessing magic happen Sick of more inside my wallet, they perfectly matching my Phantom Yeah, ayy Bullet holes in the pillowcase, you slept to death Rookie of the year still be moving with the vets Stizzy from the bottom, how we out there with the jets 'Cause he don't be impressed, he was always thinking next Low riders, that Spitta style I need more exotic You make foes when you hold profit You make business and you make millions You lose money when you chase women And I ain't tripping long as fam eat like Thanksgiving Ain't willing to let up the motor My moms said it'll move slower but that ain't gon' hold us over Your bitch fell in love cause the ice I'm rocking polar She know where I'm from, ain't no way I'm getting colder Keep the car running homie if you pulled us over I lost my brother that way, a lesson from the coroner One minute you here, the next day you a goner So I'ma sing your favorite song whenever I ain't sober Real life