Lincoln (Explicit Album Version)

Lincoln - The Internet

I was rollin' through the ghetto

In my Lincoln Continental

Blowin' Kush smoke out the window

What you think my windows tint for

It go drastic

Measures in a tale so tragic

Follow formula 64 as you trail my tracks

B**ch there's nothin' more pleasant than gettin' paid on point

Pretty b**ches with gold grills just to hold my joints

I make 'em plead

As the director says scene

New words don't say my name

I just make 'em say king

Four rings on that motherf**kin' wood grain wheel

Raw I'm Johnny Law but you should check my appeal

Once upon a time not too far back

There was a young wolf pack

That grew up in a lack

Syd left King

And Ace played Black Jack

B**ches be talkin' sh*t

That's how you end up smacked

I'm after chips

And if we eating then I'm after your b**ch

Ain't no cost just pimpin' player

You should be after the risk

We winnin' like there ain't no other way to play the game

All I hang around is zeros

Figure my checks should look the same

I was rollin' through the ghetto

In my Lincoln Continental

Blowin' Kush smoke out the window

What you think my windows tint fo'