Dealer Plates - Willie the Kid

Foreign cars in my neighborhood, yeah

The paper good, yeah

My niggas on TCP

Real estate acres

I’m either around money, yeah

Or I’m around some love, yeah yeah yeah

Most times both, yeah

Yeah

I forgive, I don’t forget though

Friend or foe, the foe shit gettin' love, like it’s real

Way before the fuck, shit I hate to break the news

But you can never break the seal, solidified

Slidin' in a five fifty, nothin’s free

Everything is incentivized, pay the fee

Crime pays but the overhead

Is puttin' certain type of nigga over the head

I overheard somethin' at the bank

I would’ve never heard hanging around niggas

The talked about this and that, a bunch of nothin'

The same old same, you in some bus bluffin'

And then they mad when you start movin'

Provin' everything you said is what we doin'

Do well, let the work speak

Emotions are distractions for the weak

Only the strong prolong

If you somewhere you don’t belong

It won’t be long before you level up

Or maybe fall down, things are settled up

The same fools rush in

Foreign cars in my neighborhood

My bitch bad but the paper good

Dealer plates, my niggas on papers

We want it all, real estate acres

Foreign cars in my neighborhood

My bitch bad but the paper good

Dealer plates, my niggas on papers

We want it all, real estate acres

Foreign cars in my neighborhood

My bitch bad but the paper good

Dealer plates, my niggas on papers

We want it all, real estate acres

Foreign cars in my neighborhood

My bitch bad but the paper good

Dealer plates, my niggas on papers

We want it all, real estate acres

Yea, TCP

And rap music

The license to ill

License lounge

Yo we loungin'

Foreign cars through the neighborhood

My bitch bad, nigga

The paper good, nigga

We want it all, nigga

You unknown

You fly