126 Diary ft. All Things Hip Lyrics

I was born in Stuttgart Germany

April 86 I was built with a urgency

My skin and guts burgundy

Two months old when I left the language I never learned to speak

My family name is Benz you probably heard of me

I've made ppl fuck over their friends even murder for me

My vin start with 126 left out the rest purposely

My first owner was a stock broker up on wall street

He went on a balling spree

Bought a crib up in the Hampton's and another down in the keys

He been dreaming bout me even paid premium fee's

Paid it all cash didn't care to lease

Money kept flowing he thinking shit is sweet

Never met his wife he fucks his mistress on my back seat

High off nose candy few times he almost crashed me

Speaking about crashes

Stock market crashed he had to liquidate his assets

He was fully tilted sold me only for a fraction

Relationship barely lasted

My second owner was a coke dealer out of queens

I think he ran with Supreme

He Change the sneakers on my feet

Next was the muffler delete

Bad bitch passenger seat my trunk filled it with keys

Windows up smoking trees I can barely breath

We hit high way cracked the sun roof and I felt a breeze

Tinted my windows to lay low from the D's and enemies

I went from sleeping in garages to park infront of bodegas

Glove compartment kept his Glock center console his pager

Went to war with the neighbours Dominicanos with razors

He ain't worried he know killers that still owe favors

Posted on the block courages

Word up magazine thumbing thru the pages

Headphones on listening to the new Big Daddy Kane shit

Leaning on his car rocking his latest custom made fit

Spanish kid pulled up on a bike he ain't even say shit

He ain't even seen it all you heard was the shots

His body dropped blood all on my fender and the Monoblocks

Repossessed by the cops ended up on auction blocks

My third owner was a teacher from Connecticut very good etiquette

Parks me at suburban home where I am a better fit

Driveways in the neighbourhood I see a lot of relatives

My muffler back on so I'm sounding like myself again

I really like this guy I hope he keeps me t'ill the bitter end

But he wasn't a friend traded me in, in 92 for the new latest Benz

A newer bigger version of me with better seats

Double pane windows soft close door I can barely compete

I pray someone body still wants me in their fleet

The new 140 got so much technology I wonder if I'm obsolete

Luckily my fourth owner was in love with my type

Every night after we ride he would give me a wipe

He tuck me in cover me up and make sure that I'm right

He kept me for like a decade then moved on with his life

Now it's 2002 my ego is bruised I done sat on every lot with every car that is used

They walk by but never pick me they say I'm not reliable

I'm really confused I guess they don't know the truth

Years past I'm still on this lot my breaks is shot

My paint don't look how it used to plus I need new shocks

Bounced around a couple shops nobody gave me a shot

I'm feeling outcasted still got low milage on my clock

Reminiscing back how I used to stunt hard how I end up in this junk yard

Sometimes I get lost day dreaming of a plush garage

New liquids and filters break pads battery fully charged

At night before I shut my lights I pray to the BenzGod

My days are numbered crushing us at faster rates

They just took that e-class away you see that poor bastard's face

They just destroyed some more Beamers I wasn't sad to see it

The only part that's sad they're killing other Europeans

I pray I make it out this hell but don't think I'll be leaving

They already took my grill headlights will be gone by this evening

They picking us apart they use us for parts

They still ain't take my heart new fuel pump and I'll definitely start

But one day I felt them clamp on my frame this ain't the same

They started pulling I thought this was the end of my game

But this was different usually the forklift takes you away

This was a tow truck he pulled me out and then loaded me up

I'm in an enclosed trailer I'm in shock like what the fuck

Heard I'm going to this place called the Kingdom the Mecca

Some place warm where all my relatives is gathered together

They plan to fully restore me and then keep me forever

I must be dreaming the BenzGod must of answered my prayers

I'm starting to see palm trees and feel the change of the weather

Doors open they got their phones out as I enter the Mecca…I'm home