mopars / bowties

I be feelin' like my brother, you can catch me in the Jeep

But when I hop up in that Chevy, you can't catch me in the street

Or you can catch me in the trenches, it was nights i did'nt eat

You ain't hit my line, then, now my jack be out of reach

Every time I'm finna rap, I be like, damn, I gotta preach

Why you follow what I'm doin'? You got me feelin' like a priest

You ain't even got a bed, so why the fuck you wanna beef

You be always needin' shit, you ain't nothin' but a leech

I don't really do the cappin', I'm just here to say the truth

I ain't really in the gang, but I ain't, uh