Apache - Da$h

Young nigga rolling cold, word to King James

Looking for me?

pictures prolly on your bitch page

I wake up every day, schemes to get paid, get made

I been the fucking man since the fifth grade

Forever faded, young Jimmy Rothstein

In a dark Caeser speeding and my speakers loud as my reefer Chiefing,

leaving a permanent smell off in the car

Nah, this ain’t that bag weed, I get mine in a jar

And it taste so good that I don’t usually do cigars

Just papers, but on this occasion I have no patience

Cause after we finish blazing baby my dick meeting your jaws

And I hope you give a performance worthy of an applause

Pause, or did you get it?

shorty no hands

Name is D-A-DOLLA, never was a Ronny Romance

Living too fast, never learned how to slow dance

And my cousins told me money be the only time you hold hands

Damn