I Still Wanna Rock

It's like an itch you can't scratch

It's like a bitch you can't shake

I still wanna

Sleeping with the finest

The thread count is bindless

Security blanket of cocaine, i am linus

In this climate i'm kareem burke tied in

The roc silent partner i ain't throwing up the diamond

Throwing on the shearling, collars up, bottles up

Sparkles to the table, got em feeling like he's merlin

Whirlwind, powder makes your world spin

Learn from ogs, alfa romeos and sterlings

Updated that, upgraded that

Suffocation blue in the insides potato sack

Yeah, talk money, i'm made of that

Cocaine parties like the 70s, i cater that

You know what fame is?

Sitting with the woman of your dreams and forgetting what her name is

You know what pain is?

Flushing 2 bricks and have a nigga try to strain it out the drainage

See my face on the news and it ain't tivo

I still wanna sell kilos

It's like i'm throwing rocks at the pen begging for the rico

I still wanna sell kilos

Searching for the fishscale like i'm tryna find nemo

I still wanna sell kilos

That's what happens when you michael and they try to treat you like tito

I still wanna sell kilos

Grew up watching momma car repoed

A little nigga staring through the peep hole

How you think i felt knowing daddy wasn't there

Recycling cans cause nobody ever cared

Get it how you live, always echoed in the streets

When we talking business, talking on the phone cease

Feds listening to conversations through my onstar

Piecing puzzles together solving homicides of i's

Dice game chatter, better bring your stash out

Red velour, i'm in the white glass house

Half a ticket bitches quick to drop it on the scale

City of dope a real nigga sell yayo

Everyday a nigga dies and we can't ask why

Show em all love, the bitches fucked on the side

Tony montana, tailor made suits in the church

Rolls royce corniche, trunk full of work

Testarossa top models, g4s, gucci pass the crease off

Everything i climb in, i win

Richard mille tourbillon, remarkable timing

Black label everything, logos in the lining

Bell biv devoe push poison like a copper head

Powder fall, smoke clears through the walking dead

The rose bottles pour for the champions

You'd think it was a grammy win

Celebration spills through the morning like an ambien

Bitches love my ambience

Chain swinging, ticker taping like it's mardi gras

Thousand niggas deep, never needed body guards

Thousand keys that i'm about to do pilates on

Where the kings crowned like the grill a maserati's on

Candy coated parked, doors ajar, on a stripper,

Blew a fuse and caught a body on

Cocaine storaging, liva living dreams, y'all deloreans pouring in