Foreign Chauffeur

[Intro]
You know those ones
I can hear the rain (Slidin')
My dude Finn on the piano (Fuck you thought it was?)
In the fucking building
That BBM shit
We getting busy
Might see me leaning sideways
That's how we gonna do it
That BBM shit
Yo talk to em son

[Daniel Son]
The blood run through my cold veins, the city's so frozen
That lighters produce no flame
Cop the bottle of Remy and pour the whole thang
Hit the subway station they caught the soul train
I make a move in the crisp air, this shits rare
Low head, blunt smoke float through the brisk air
Six chairs, round table of thieves, pay for trees
Loud packs screaming like Ric Flair (Whoooo!)
Overseas shipments sat overseas
Black beamer holding keys, switch lanes, roll the trees
Got the heat below the seat make you go to sleep
My dude Filipe down the street, got the dope for cheap
The same cycle, rivals doing shit that's mad spiteful
Hopped out the whip and left it idle
Chased the root of all evil just for my survival
Watched inside a church and seen a pastor drop his bible

[Hook]
And they know, that my rise was a story of pain
Reminisce with the hooper, now the Florida rain
Couple years test the speed that the Porsche can sustain (I'm trying to max it out)
Fresh out the fire, I was forged in the flame

And they know (oh they know), that my rise was a story of pain (we on the rise)
Reminisce with the hooper, now the Florida rain
Couple years test the speed that the Porsche can sustain (?)
Fresh out the fire, I was forged in the flame
And they know

[Rome Streetz]
Ducking the long arm of the law in pursuit of more
My dudes shoot, keep blow for you to toot, that's raw
Deuce nickle in the low goose of '94
Pour henny on the floor for niggas that ain't here no more
Taking deep tokes, in the smoke, I see they ghost
Plenty times the reaper almost got me but I stayed afloat
Gs move silent, you fuck niggas is known to boast
Pulled toast, strip you like Chip n' Dales for work n' dope
Add the math up, then we do the division
It's the true of living, praise to [?] it's the new religion
[?] got -ism like Don Bishop listen
This recital is vital like bible to a Christan
Keep the rifle in the fire position
You never been on missions, made it home and prayed you forgiven
Paranoia eating you, hoping you never see prison
All you niggas out here frauding, it's the shit that I'm living

[Hook]
And they know, that my rise was a story of pain
Reminisce with the hooper, now the Florida rain
Couple years test the speed that the Porsche can sustain (I'm trying to max it out)
Fresh out the fire, I was forged in the flame

And they know (oh they know), that my rise was a story of pain (we on the rise)
Reminisce with the hooper, now the Florida rain
Couple years test the speed that the Porsche can sustain (?)
Fresh out the fire, I was forged in the flame
And they know