Volley Express - Stalley

GMC trucks with the extended cab

This year I extend my cash

Vast wages for these raps

These hating niggas get the straps no debating it’s just that

No more Mr. Nice guy

My nigga just tatted tears under his right eye

Unremorseful souls for that Porsche and Rolls

A couple golds and some nice diamonds

And they taking it all from you, now my niggas shining

So think before talking homie this ain’t just rhyming

I came from that cold hole, I’m my city’s diamond

So it’s natural for that street to get to firing

If you niggas try and play me boy

Or knock me out my Penn state 'cause I don’t play with boys

I play with toys with the big wheels

is how that truck feels

Leathr seat, wood grain steering wheels

Captain of the Silverado, morning brakfast in the Tahoe

Lunch in executive suites, dinner at beauty and Essex

That’s how bosses eat

Kiss the ring or kiss the cheek before you lame niggas speak to me

Before you lame niggas speak

To me

Used to ride up in my truck thinking something’s gotta budge

Getting dough didn’t have enough to make it through when times got tough

Trying to be patient praying one day I was gonna make it (Gonna make it)

Now I’m being driven around, feeling like I own the town

Still get to blow with the baddest hoes, thankful for the life I chose

Made 'em so anxious if I want it it’s mine for the taking

GMC swanging

Nowadays I travel like a president

Black SUVs with the darkest tint

Every city I’m in, I’m in the heart of it

Campaigning, champagning, my cigar lit

Fitted hat with the crooked C

Smiling through the window with my gap teeth

Three fingers up, you know what the motto be

Everywhere I go it’s like they honor me

So all hail to the honorable (Me)

And raise our glasses high to the common folk

This grind was kinda slow but now it’s picking up

A real American dream

Used to be behind the wheel now I’m getting pushed

Riding through the state like a black Bush

Ohio state plates, no Reggie Bush

Just some purple kush and some large Trojans

For these boppers trying to be chosen

And sit back seat with me chain smoking

Presidential bar shit, I told her keep rolling

Been Lewinski for the ride then I’m kicking her to the side

And I’m back on my grown man

Rolling

Rolling for that blue collar dollar American dream

Looking back on my my life from where I used to be

Used to ride up in my truck thinking something’s gotta budge

Getting dough didn’t have enough to make it through when times got tough

Trying to be patient praying one day I was gonna make it (Gonna make it)

Now I’m being driven around, feeling like I own the town

Still get to blow with the baddest hoes, thankful for the life I chose

Made 'em so anxious if I want it it’s mine for the taking

GMC swanging

Once upon a time I used to dream

Working 9−5 steady on the grind, this would be temporary

Now look at me now

I’m on top of the world

Paid to feel me

GMC swinging

GMC banging

While I blow out my smoke

Out the window

While I blow out my smoke

Out the window