Detroit L-O - Tax Exempt
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{Verse}
Gold bottles on the studio monitor, for decoration
I celebrate in the booth with no hesitation
Fuck a crowd, I developed me my own section
I don't rush into sex, it throws off my erection
Jacuzzi vibes with the cigar and bottega Gold
My mold is Special, here's what I make a mill do
Cost efficient investments, I know you interested
With 1 mill I can open 7 businesses
You ain't never hit the booth and didn't have a booth
Laptop microphones and earphones to make the loot
Burnt a couple CDs, passed em to classmates
The next day, they asking bout a fucking tour date
I owe it all to myself, I can't go with y'all
Detroit L-O special bro I can dribble a bowling ball
I can't fuck with y'all..... Man it's off with y'all
With a chick who can drink a shake thru a coffee straw
Them Spotify payouts make you wanna find another passion
Dreams shattered, like 9/11 when planes crashed it
But just like the twin towers, I'm still here in spirit
Looking at the numbers make my victory look phyrric
It's too many songs I have with too many dope lyrics
Sometimes I'm baffled at how many loved one's don't wanna hear it
Positive feedback on my music don't mean shit if you don't purchase
A million ways to get it, But I'm still searching
Hit the gym for hoop sessions for the cardio
Keeping up with the younger niggas, hardly bro
Hibachi Friday, placing orders at Yoshi
I only hang with women that look as good as the pictures they posting
Chili cheese, gimme sliced and not squeezed
All my niggas decimate wood like Dutch elm disease
In the midst of a corrupt government steady fooling us
Watch yo friends, because Brutus betrayed Julius
Niggas fake, eating steak, why wait
Stack my cake so I can move to a tax exempt state
So many things that I put before the bread
It's sad to lose a homie, and the nigga ain't even dead
When I say be Pacific, that's no grammatical error
On the coast, albums drop like the tower of terror
That's yo bitch, we can share her, face fuck her til her throat hurt
She treat like a gogurt, I leave the hoe hurt
Deez niggas is kids, they need parental supervision
Wack artists need to put the mic down and listen
{Verse}
Gold bottles on the studio monitor, for decoration
I celebrate in the booth with no hesitation
Fuck a crowd, I developed me my own section
I don't rush into sex, it throws off my erection
Jacuzzi vibes with the cigar and bottega Gold
My mold is Special, here's what I make a mill do
Cost efficient investments, I know you interested
With 1 mill I can open 7 businesses
You ain't never hit the booth and didn't have a booth
Laptop microphones and earphones to make the loot
Burnt a couple CDs, passed em to classmates
The next day, they asking bout a fucking tour date
I owe it all to myself, I can't go with y'all
Detroit L-O special bro I can dribble a bowling ball
I can't fuck with y'all..... Man it's off with y'all
With a chick who can drink a shake thru a coffee straw
Them Spotify payouts make you wanna find another passion
Dreams shattered, like 9/11 when planes crashed it
But just like the twin towers, I'm still here in spirit
Looking at the numbers make my victory look phyrric
It's too many songs I have with too many dope lyrics
Sometimes I'm baffled at how many loved one's don't wanna hear it
Positive feedback on my music don't mean shit if you don't purchase
A million ways to get it, But I'm still searching
Hit the gym for hoop sessions for the cardio
Keeping up with the younger niggas, hardly bro
Hibachi Friday, placing orders at Yoshi
I only hang with women that look as good as the pictures they posting
Chili cheese, gimme sliced and not squeezed
All my niggas decimate wood like Dutch elm disease
In the midst of a corrupt government steady fooling us
Watch yo friends, because Brutus betrayed Julius
Niggas fake, eating steak, why wait
Stack my cake so I can move to a tax exempt state
So many things that I put before the bread
It's sad to lose a homie, and the nigga ain't even dead
When I say be Pacific, that's no grammatical error
On the coast, albums drop like the tower of terror
That's yo bitch, we can share her, face fuck her til her throat hurt
She treat like a gogurt, I leave the hoe hurt
Deez niggas is kids, they need parental supervision
Wack artists need to put the mic down and listen
