Cadillac Pt. 2 - Caskey

I’m just a product of my habitat

808s bumpin thru these Cadillacs

Taking steps back we ain’t havin that

Mo money mo problems

Id rather that

My homie from the west side pick me up

They said wed never make it

Had to laugh at that

My city screaming «let's ride live it up»

We richer than we ever been imagine that

Haters they mad

Cause I’m young and I’m rich and I’m handsome

Four cars

Three different locks on the mansion

Two different ways that I go take a ransom

One rapper at the top

His name is Brandon

This shit was gods plan

So devilish ways I can not stand

Man a hand out is something I never been handed

This shit like yellowstone

The way that black sheep was branded

I never take stands

Id rather take life

And not say a word like a made man

You online flexing them fake bands

Probably switch on your homie for 8 grand

Different league this a whole different caliber

69 Cadillac

This not a challenger

Took all my business legit

Before that was selling them 30s

Like dates on a calendar

Please

Miss me with all of that talk

About you got the juice

Before I give that trigger a squeeze

Got so much bread

That I could buy your catalog

Make sure that unreleased don’t get released

Felony turned to a misdeme

Where I come from that’s called a victory

My sis was a dealer

My dad was a killer

So killing a rapper ain’t shit to me

I’m just a product of my habitat

808s bumpin thru these Cadillacs

Taking steps back we ain’t havin that

Mo money mo problems

Id rather that

My homie from the west side pick me up

They said wed never make it

Had to laugh at that

My city screaming «let's ride live it up»

We richer than we ever been imagine that

Poppin them tags on designer

I pop at a rapper

And give his ass one more reminder

Pop up outside of your house in all black

Like them days I was riding around in that Honda

Popping champagne at the bank

Cause the wire went through

And we never seen that many commas

Catch me a charge and I call up my lawyer

I pop up one finger

Aimed right at your honor

The death came before the dishonor

Show me respect

Or your homies gone be out here reppin a gonner

I done got too many checks

Man I might go and cop me a crib in del ray

Like I’m Lana

The suite presidential I feel like Obama

I promise no chinks in my armor

Irish and giving that smoke out to whoever want it

I fucked around turned into Connor

Double heavyweight titles

They ain’t show me no love

Now I’m making targets out my idols

If they crossing my path

You gone need to check on they vitals

And give them a bible

This here a wave you can’t ride cause its tidal

I’m rockin the stage and it ain’t no recital

American psycho

Bodies inside of the caddy

Or on back of my motorcycle

I’m just a product of my habitat

808s bumpin thru these Cadillacs

Taking steps back we ain’t havin that

Mo money mo problems

Id rather that

My homie from the west side pick me up

They said wed never make it

Had to laugh at that

My city screaming «let's ride live it up»

We richer than we ever been imagine that