Lyrics The Path to Paradise - SLUMBOYARDEE

The path to paradise begins in hell
My momma told me hustle till your name ringing bells
OG said his real life began in a cell
Can't escape the bricks, licks, shells, whatever sells
Sing like Beyoncé
Make the choppa sing like Beyoncé
Like Adele
Paradise begins in hell

I'm in DC wit my ASICS rocking Gels
Can't talk to bitches cause these niggas kiss and tell
No politicin' when it come to clientele
Got respect for bitches, niggas David, cop a field

I be in and out of reality
How could you really be mad at me?
Only want the best for the family
Give my lil cuz a lil Camry
I don't really wanna win a Grammy
I just need a whip and whammy
Maybe in the lamb or the Bentley
2 bred pits in the foyer
One named Tisha, other name Tammy
Take the whole gang to the lake house out in the valley
Might of put trust in the wrong girls out in Miami though
Cooking in the sun, build like shrimp scampi
Couldn't even go by Yardee, went by Yankee
Tristate Gates vigilante living my wildest fantasies
Uh
Yeah
Flow get so much sicker
Can't drink no more liquor
Trap ain't got no... damn
Hiccup
Trap ain't got no signal so don't pick up
Hoes just hit my line for the link but
They just wanna smoke the green and stick it where she pinker
I just might get tight and ash the backwood in her stinker
Uh
Yeah
You not a freethinker
If you getting fly I put you on and not for retail
Bought supreme to flip it quick, got needles for the resale
Good gas that's what we sell
Just fasten your seltbelt
Uh
Yeah