Rearview Mirror

Verse 1 (Godbodywati)

We screaming more liquor please, Fuck nigga please
Fake niggas nightmare's a real nigga's dream
Martin Luther died for it, Imma stay alive for it
Imma go outside for it, hood niggas scheme
No I ain't no hood nigga, I'm just in this hood nigga
I've seen a lot of good niggas die over this cream
And I ain't trying to go like Bishop off of the roof
So I ain't finna switch up on a nigga for the juice
It's a secret society, all we ask is the truth
1160 the mafia, you niggas is mook, and you bitches is cute
My only thought is how to fit these two in the coupe
Might let you ride the Tomos, while I wheelie the Puch
Your man's some Winnie the Pooh nigga, I pity the fool
Hoe, how silly is you, if you knew better, you'd do better, it's better you choose
On a nigga that could do you way better than dude
I love cognac, menage a trois, but I ain't French
What he mad, cause I gets play and he plays bench
What he tight cause he stay sober and we stay bent
Throw up the Roc like I know Hova but we ain't friends
On my Brooklyn bullshit as usual, bling bloaw
Spend a hundred thou, for my shooter trial, we kings now, Godbody

Chorus

Left hand gripping on the steering wheel, staring out the windshield of life
Memories from my rearview mirror, still passing like the lights
Easy going, easy coming, like the traffic at night
Memories from my rearview mirror, passing like the lights

Verse 2 (Aaron Cohen)

I remember counting ones in my bedroom
Couldn't stretch it out like I needed more legroom
Living my life like I might be dead soon
Chain smoking, not eating, not sleeping, trying to be a star boy, shout out to the Weeknd
But everyday a work day, I need it in the worst way
I've been missing birthdays, cause ain't no place but first place
On a date with destiny, looking up her skirt
Cause life she a bitch, but death she a flirt
That's why I chase this thing until I'm resting in the dirt
While you were posting memes, I was posted out in Queens
On my Drake shit, trying to move on to better things
You call my phone, like freedom, I let it ring
Difference is you going out, while I was going in
You were zoning out, when I was zoning in
I move like I was J. Kidd in the open floor, meaning that if my team keep up then we gonna score
I kept my business downlow like Okafor, and still they try and rub salt in my open sore
Truth be told, I don't know what you going for
ICK, 1160, deep as the ocean floor, Aaron Cohen, tend to get what I'm going for
Now you know, if you ain't know before, now you know man

Chorus

Left hand gripping on the steering wheel, staring out the windshield of life
Memories from my rearview mirror, still passing like the lights
Easy going, easy coming, like the traffic at night
Memories from my rearview mirror, passing like the lights