Till Tomorrow - Pete Drake

I’m goin' out a real nigga

Bread winner business

Shoutout to Baltimore

My H come out of Maryland, see

Bitch I’m from Maryland

Panoramic roof on my new Altima no Maserati

Low key in a rental boo so please don’t tell nobody

She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi

Excuse me bae I’m on a lot of drugs I’m out my body, lord

I swear I’m out my body lord

Look, please don’t talk inside the car

This depression get the best of me

I’m in my thoughts I don’t want to talk until tomorrow

Rest in peace to Lil Amp — bout it

Boy throwin' 4's in the south

Street nigga step team really pack gats, gold’s in the mouth

Momma told me never hit a women but i bat hoes in the mouth

Make the trap roll in a drought

Get the pack goin' on the route

Talkin' that money shit I’m too intelligent

Flip on my flip then I jump in a bucket

When I’m in Cali you know I be thuggin'

I’ve been shot without a bad leg

Me and Cre Cre in Compton coolin'

On Caress Ave eatin' crab legs

I’m goin' out a real nigga

Bread Winner business

Panoramic roof on my new Altima no Maserati

Low key in a rental boo so please don’t tell nobody

She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi

Excuse me girl I’m on a lot of drugs I’m out my body, lord

I swear I’m out my body lord

Look, please don’t talk inside the car

This depression get the best of me

I’m in my thoughts I don’t want to talk until tomorrow

Lightning fast from the left jab make the right, damn he throw pressure

Man I don’t need no effort, make the coke measure, treat the hoe special,

baggin' coke rebellious

Take 'em to trial, no backin' down

The Luca comes out the day I’ma smile

All praise to Allah

The limbs blowing loud, my faith in the clouds

Legal tender we tippin' on strippers that’s my way of giving back,

stay out my business

Walk like a general goin' organic, investin' in diamonds they made out of

minerals

I’m with my niggas Starlito I kill for you

My heart droppin' knowledge in interviews

My grandmother told me that someones gonna love me the others gonna try to get

rid of you

They call me Jesus, I speak the truth

Got a panoramic roof on my new Altima no Maserati

Low key in a rental boo so please don’t tell nobody

She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi

Excuse me girl I’m on a lot of drugs I’m out my body, lord

I swear I’m out my body lord

Look, please don’t talk inside the car

This depression get the best of me

I’m in my thoughts I don’t want to talk until tomorrow