Waffle House

I'm Ford focused these hoes open Summer time but it's still snowing Extinct blades watch em re-open Playo corners that I used to sit on til the E morning Vintage with the pimping like I'm Leonard Wilmore Conan Never liked the internet it was un-kosher Range Rover that's my black cobra Never sober I'm a drink pourer Mud sipper I don't do liquor Throwing twenties but I won't tip her By the end she'll be a hoe you know a ex-stripper Wild nights let the TEC hit ya Popping perkies in my Lex nigga I'll fuck around and pull my vest with ya Old Ac from 09 you know a nice vintage Caught pneumonia first night it's a shiest winter The next night shit I still sent her Bowtie rolling joint smoking Diamonds tennis link and my wrist on US Open White Daytona Federer kicks Louis Vuitton varsity jacket on my letterman shit Before Virgil I'm done with cordial Fuck you mortals speeding through the portals in a T-top Monte Carlo I don't do no car note and never borrow A hustler down to the bone marrow If we can get it today why wait on tomorrow Never feeling sorrow I'm heartless to the Bankroll but never sold my soul though Shit I rarely take pictures cuz they just steal your soul slow And I be on high alert without addies and no-doze Riding round with dope boys who serve junkies and low-lows At 12 had a deuce-deuce 14 had a 44 A lot happens in two years me slipping that's a no-no East Flatbush with some rastas East LA with the cholos This is insane All you did was say hello Speak my name Feeling your love Like a love I used to know Long ago