Car Sick - Remix

[Intro]
(if young Iyambo don't trust you ima shot you)

[Chorus]
I remember back when you were car sick
Hanging out in my van, you were my bitch
Now you're just a bad bitch i think you lost it
Think you lost it
I think you lost it
I remember back when you were car sick
Hanging out in my van, you were my bit
Now you're just a bad bitch i think you lost it
Think you lost it
Think you lost it

[Verse 1]
Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom
Hood rats, now a nigga fuckin' on models
Ridin' in the foreign, remember ridin' on MARTA
Grind got harder and my mind got smarter
I was gettin' bags for the cheap
When I ain't had money, I was robbin', nigga
I was gettin' bags for the free
21 Gang, they were right beside me
And they still with me, nigga, I'm on TV
Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em
I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
Niggas tryna clone a nigga's shit, damn, woah
Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo
Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke
I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit
Can't change on my gang, niggas still here
Kinda hard to change my ways 'cause the shit real
Niggas rappin' 'bout shit they ain't even lived
Niggas lyin', I can hear it in their ad-libs
I'm poppin' Percocets, bitch, not Advil
It's kinda fucked up what they did to Black, damn
If I catch him in the trap, I'ma whack him
I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, I'ma whack him
Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion
Makin' sure my kids happy
They dependent on their daddy
Tryin' not to let the streets distract me
I know it's bumps in the road like acne
Had to sell dope, I couldn't be an athlete
I'm a solid young nigga, you can ask C
The internet ain't gon' help you understand me

[Chorus]
I back when you were car sick
Hanging out in my van, you were my bitch
Now you're just a bad bitch i think you lost it
Think you lost it
I think you lost it
I remember back when you were car sick
Hanging out in my van, you were my bit
Now you're just a bad bitch i think you lost it
Think you lost it
Think you lost it

[Verse 2]
Ain't rockin' no SI2
My diamonds VVS
Ain't driving no CRV
My coupe is a GT-S
All the hard times gave me strength
So I can carry this money to the bank
Nobody helped me, there’s no one to thank
Now they watching the picture I paint
My plug always make sure I’m straight
Not every superhero got a cape
Smoking on Backwoods bad for me
But I don’t wan’t smoke on a vape (yeah)
I ain’t healthy, but my pockets they in shape (yeah)
Fucking all these hoes, I’m touring state to state (state to state)
Laying by the pool, your girlfriend feeding me grapes (feeding me grapes)
Gotta keep it on me, I got a lot at stake
I spend a mortgage on my clothes, now I’m balling (I’m balling)
Girl, I’m tryna fuck right now, no time for stalling (stalling)
I just got a walk-in closet to put the mall in (mall in)
My whip so close to the floor, you gotta fall in (it's foreign)
I stopped wearing Levi's, now it's Balmains (Balmain)
Every time you see me, I’m with the same gang (same gang)
I’m tryna get a hundred mil, fuck tryna maintain (maintain)
Pour me up another six, I’m killing all pain (killing all pain)