Текст песни Designer Floors - Tracy Lamont

Yea
Look
I done did a tape in 6 hours
God is great
He gave me the power
I'm wit Cush this the higher hour
Get a bullet to yo head
Call high tower
You might need a nap
Smokin my sour
Sliding thru the Chi
While I rap over fly beats
I be outside I do not need a Posse
Still I found my tribe catching vibes in the Triple D
I be wit the nine never trippin if they trip on me
Imma throw them hand for I reach for a gun to squeeze
This shit a breeze
Got the game on its knees
Ain't trippin off no ladies
Plenty fish in the sea
So you can have her ass
If she steppin out on me
I ain't steppin out for free
They gotta run me my fee
Know I keep it a 1000
I learned the game from a G
Catch me wit my Gunna
Know that I ain't pushin p
Wait I don't have a gunner
My only shooter is me
I know that that's a lie
But I'm waiting for you to see
This is S too easy
Never been greasy
Can't give up on the game
The game need me
Weight lift building my frame
Ya dame sleazy
I ain't got a dime to my name
But she need me
I ain't make the rules to the game
My lane speedy
But I'm still doing my thang
I'm Lane Keefy
I pop shit, win games, Smoke reefy
I gave my soul to God
And pissed the devil off
I'm weary of the Pope
And all synagogues
If you ever feel low
I'm the friend to call
If you ain't gone finish the task
Don't begin at all