Car Confessions

Let's, approach the beat like a missile seeking heat, tough

Got em stuck like some shit between my teeth

Fuck it up, fuck it up, like a bitch under the sheets

Truthfully I be rapping like it's the only way to eat

I'm just tryna stretch this green, like some limbs up on a tree

I'm just tryna get it in, like the last day of the week

I'm just tryna push this pen, like that nigga Pusha T

Except the draco on my side, like it compliment the beef

I just miss the money, don't give a fuck about the streets

M.I.A, paper planes catching flights up off the weed