1942

[Intro]
(Its' a lighter slot dog and a doobie slot)
Yeah
Champagne Files
(We got the fuckin' coldest studio out her)
I was [?] when I wrote this shit [?]
(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Verse]
Shout out to French bitch, you know that's my nigga
When he come to the city I pull up and smoke that killer with him
Shout to Harry Fraud, he the one who did this for the homie
Know they don't mind if I kill it
And I know my brother Fendi P den went silly on this beat for sure
But I just wanna kick it some more
A couple bottles of Moe, I got the premo pre-rolls galore
Custom studio minutes from the corner store
The lil homies a go and grab what you need
You just gotta give 'em the keys to your V
Trustworthy youngins bring your shit back in one piece
They kinda remind me of me back in the G, that's how it use to be
I was driving DoDo's Rover, C-Murders Excursion, Taz's Cadillac
Rest in Peace Soulja
Some of the greatest stories never told 'em
Not showing in the cinema is my rhyme folder
I know what I'm holding
Million dollar lines is inside nigga I know it
The ink in my pen is straight golden
Flowing, shawty want a baller, one from New Orleans
First we had the Jazz then we had the Hornets
Then they move they ass back to Charlotte
Now fly Pelican fly high, high as the stars is
To some I'm a inspiration to some I'm a target
And I'm so ready for all of it
Your company will not survive the audit
Get yo mother fucking financials in order
Is you a boss or a artist is you eatin' or is you starvin'?
Shawty wan

[Outro]