Letras:
Cars The Hits Me

were getting unrestrained And I was looking like Ichabod Crane I was looking for some serious fun 'Cause a bad excuse is better than none Then it hits me, yeah, it hits me

kill him Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits Dodging cop cars

former musicians switchin' the emphasis from art to money but man I demand autonomy what else huh I tell you what's wrong with me the industries ability to manufacture stars they churn them out like Japan makes cars

makin pushes outta the bushes And makin these hits stay move the streets Rebels and warriors all ova the globe Find their souls and rock these beats Maybe to me

drop Makin hits after hits No I won't stop (naw) Lil Kids to adults Rappin my songs If you though JD wrote this You wrong (it's me) If you ask me how

: Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars. Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars! For today is

a list of hits next to all my names I came, if the sky should fall And it all goes tomorrow, and they foreclose on the house and auction off all my cars

go Cram it all down my throat Stomach so full That i wish i could choke Seven am my heads Already in a spin Just as soon I'm out that door bam Hits me

s still in me to produce hits; Y'all be killin me As if I need to make mo' - I got a mansion and six cars that are paid fo' - suck my dick! {Hello..}