Tour Bus Diaries Lyrics

The world is yours, Mr. Scarface

September 11, 2013

Against all odds in that car chase

Hopped out, hopped fences it was Allah's faith

Just simply right time, but the wrong place

Like playing GTA with five stars

Me and Treal, would've did our ages combined

If they found what was in that car

I need space when you around a star

The words I utter, hugging the bass

And in love with the guitar

Pedal to the metal, that was our best case

Tossed the ratchet out the window

It was still there, the very next day

Nowadays I burn gas on the expressway

Ain't never been scared

To press a nigga, if that check late

Checkmate

Independent grind but tell them labels, get that check straight

For you sideline niggas, all you gotta do is spectate

Had hella baggage, but I move better with the less weight

Finna show you niggas ain't on my level within the next eight

My routine led to my success rate

And plus I never waited till I was dry like deck paint

I used to rock the fresh fade

Waves spinning under my du-rag until the next day

Cash in my hand is direct pay

Niggas pocket watching like hoes, stressing what the next make

I dare nigga to try to take butter off my bread plate

Respect or F it, GEE$ back with a message

This is maximum effort, what you niggas expected

Pick your favorite, I'll embarrass whoever selected

The game a bitch and she mine, I'm very possessive

The most consistent and the realest its very impressive

Like saying something important, don't you ever forget it

And when they tell you them stories, shit, they gotta embellish

I got fronted, all that work, I had to go sell it

I done shit for niggas and never asked for the credit

Been raw since day one, they had to inhale it

You can call me the