Lincoln

I was rollin' through the ghetto

In my Lincoln Continental

Blowin' kush smoke out the window

What you think my windows tint for?

It go drastic

Measures in a tale so tragic

Follow formula 64 as you trail my tracks

Bitch, there's nothin' more pleasant than gettin' paid on point

Pretty bitches with gold grills just to roll my joints

I make 'em plead

As the director says scene

New ones, don't say my name

I just make 'em say king

Four rings on that motherfuckin' wood grain wheel

Raw, I'm Johnny Law, the tricks should check my appeal

Once upon a time not too far back

There was a young wolf pack

That grew up in a lack

Syd, Left, King

And Ace make Black Jack

Bitches be talkin' shit

That's how you end up smacked

I'm after chips

And if we eating then I'm after your bitch

Ain't cautious pimpin' player

You should be after the risk

We winnin' like there ain't no other way to play the game

All I hang around is zeros

Figure my checks should look the same

I was rollin' through the ghetto

In my Lincoln Continental

Blowin' kush smoke out the window

What you think my windows tint for?