Foreign Chauffeur ft. Finn & Rome Streetz Lyrics

You know those ones

I can hear the rain (Slidin')

My dude Finn on the piano (Fuck you thought it was?)

In the fucking building

That BBM shit

We getting busy

Might see me leaning sideways

That's how we gonna do it

That BBM shit

Yo talk to em son

The blood run through my cold veins, the city's so frozen

That lighters produce no flame

Cop the bottle of Remy and pour the whole thang

Hit the subway station they caught the soul train

I make a move in the crisp air, this shits rare

Low head, blunt smoke float through the brisk air

Six chairs, round table of thieves, pay for trees

Loud packs screaming like Ric Flair (Whoooo!)

Overseas shipments sat overseas

Black beamer holding keys, switch lanes, roll the trees

Got the heat below the seat make you go to sleep

My dude Filipe down the street, got the dope for cheap

The same cycle, rivals doing shit that's mad spiteful

Hopped out the whip and left it idle

Chased the root of all evil just for my survival

Watched inside a church and seen a pastor drop his bible

And they know, that my rise was a story of pain

Reminisce with the hooper, now the Florida rain

Couple years test the speed that the Porsche can sustain (I'm trying to max it out)

Fresh out the fire, I was forged in the flame

And they know (oh they know), that my rise was a story of pain (we on the rise)

Reminisce with the hooper, now the Florida rain

Couple years test the speed that the Porsche can sustain (?)

Fresh out the fire, I was forged in the flame

And they know

Ducking the long arm of the law in pursuit of more

My dudes shoot, keep blow for you to toot, that's raw

Deuce nickle in the low goose of '94

Pour henny on the floor for niggas that ain't here no more

Taking deep tokes, in the smoke, I see they ghost

Plenty times the reaper almost got me but I stayed afloat

Gs move silent, you fuck niggas is known to boast

Pulled toast, strip you like Chip n' Dales for work n' dope

Add the math up, then we do the division

It's the true of living, praise to [?] it's the new religion

[?] got -ism like Don Bishop listen

This recital is vital like bible to a Christan

Keep the rifle in the fire position

You never been on missions, made it home and prayed you forgiven

Paranoia eating you, hoping you never see prison

All you niggas out here frauding, it's the shit that I'm living

And they know, that my rise was a story of pain

Reminisce with the hooper, now the Florida rain

Couple years test the speed that the Porsche can sustain (I'm trying to max it out)

Fresh out the fire, I was forged in the flame

And they know (oh they know), that my rise was a story of pain (we on the rise)

Reminisce with the hooper, now the Florida rain

Couple years test the speed that the Porsche can sustain (?)

Fresh out the fire, I was forged in the flame

And they know