No tint, I want you to see inside the window
And recognize the G that hits the streets with all his kinfolk
No heat, this the third winter that its been broke
No love for the police so double f*ck the Carl Winslow
But family matters so we recognize respect ya temple
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head... this shit is simple
Don't get lost, this is just the intro
Shotty plus a semi, double team with different tempos
And that's a metaphor for drive by
Change the definition, im a metaphor for Allah
Not God but godlike written in my guidelines
Them Friday night lights havin cyphers on the sidelines
Damn...and theres something bout this vessel
That makes a time machine every time I press the pedal
That wood grain and leather make a pilot feel he special
All inside this 99 Lincoln Continental
Where I hit my first lick, rolled my first spliff, f*cked my first bitch
In this Lincoln Continental
Wrote my first hit, load my first clip, said I love my first chick
In this Lincoln Continental
Hit my first lick, rolled my first spliff, f*cked my first bitch
In this Lincoln Continental
Wrote my first hit, load my first clip, said I love my first chick
In this Lincoln Continental
Almost had a baby in that backseat... but God saved me
Bout 5 girlfriends and it seems like they're all crazy
This Lincoln seen'em all, chauffeur'd all my ladies
Even girl who punched my contact out... that's my baby
We grow and learn, the steps of life
Forget, forgive, feel like I live for somethin blessed is right
Drive slow, make'm feel like you just blessed their night
Im tryna make the music where you wanna buy the record twice
No double album but I gave you something twice as dope
We just hangin but the cops wanna tight the rope
Stop killin people off of looks, God don't like it bro
Preach a purpose, what the f*ck you think this mic is for
Word to Hov, i'll be gone until November
Drivin to these open mics, no heat up in December
Froze our off so these dreams could be the center
Im sorry i'm just reminiscin... I remember
Where I hit my first lick, rolled my first spliff, f*cked my first bitch
In this Lincoln Continental
Wrote my first hit, load my first clip, said I love my first chick
In this Lincoln Continental
Hit my first lick, rolled my first spliff, f*cked my first bitch
In this Lincoln Continental
Wrote my first hit, load my first clip, said I love my first chick
In this Lincoln Continental
KM - Lincoln Continental Lyrics
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No tint, I want you to see inside the window
And recognize the G that hits the streets with all his kinfolk
No heat, this the third winter that its been broke
No love for the police so double f*ck the Carl Winslow
But family matters so we recognize respect ya temple
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head... this shit is simple
Don't get lost, this is just the intro
Shotty plus a semi, double team with different tempos
And that's a metaphor for drive by
Change the definition, im a metaphor for Allah
Not God but godlike written in my guidelines
Them Friday night lights havin cyphers on the sidelines
Damn...and theres something bout this vessel
That makes a time machine every time I press the pedal
That wood grain and leather make a pilot feel he special
All inside this 99 Lincoln Continental
Where I hit my first lick, rolled my first spliff, f*cked my first bitch
In this Lincoln Continental
Wrote my first hit, load my first clip, said I love my first chick
In this Lincoln Continental
Hit my first lick, rolled my first spliff, f*cked my first bitch
In this Lincoln Continental
Wrote my first hit, load my first clip, said I love my first chick
In this Lincoln Continental
Almost had a baby in that backseat... but God saved me
Bout 5 girlfriends and it seems like they're all crazy
This Lincoln seen'em all, chauffeur'd all my ladies
Even girl who punched my contact out... that's my baby
We grow and learn, the steps of life
Forget, forgive, feel like I live for somethin blessed is right
Drive slow, make'm feel like you just blessed their night
Im tryna make the music where you wanna buy the record twice
No double album but I gave you something twice as dope
We just hangin but the cops wanna tight the rope
Stop killin people off of looks, God don't like it bro
Preach a purpose, what the f*ck you think this mic is for
Word to Hov, i'll be gone until November
Drivin to these open mics, no heat up in December
Froze our off so these dreams could be the center
Im sorry i'm just reminiscin... I remember
Where I hit my first lick, rolled my first spliff, f*cked my first bitch
In this Lincoln Continental
Wrote my first hit, load my first clip, said I love my first chick
In this Lincoln Continental
Hit my first lick, rolled my first spliff, f*cked my first bitch
In this Lincoln Continental
Wrote my first hit, load my first clip, said I love my first chick
In this Lincoln Continental
And recognize the G that hits the streets with all his kinfolk
No heat, this the third winter that its been broke
No love for the police so double f*ck the Carl Winslow
But family matters so we recognize respect ya temple
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head... this shit is simple
Don't get lost, this is just the intro
Shotty plus a semi, double team with different tempos
And that's a metaphor for drive by
Change the definition, im a metaphor for Allah
Not God but godlike written in my guidelines
Them Friday night lights havin cyphers on the sidelines
Damn...and theres something bout this vessel
That makes a time machine every time I press the pedal
That wood grain and leather make a pilot feel he special
All inside this 99 Lincoln Continental
Where I hit my first lick, rolled my first spliff, f*cked my first bitch
In this Lincoln Continental
Wrote my first hit, load my first clip, said I love my first chick
In this Lincoln Continental
Hit my first lick, rolled my first spliff, f*cked my first bitch
In this Lincoln Continental
Wrote my first hit, load my first clip, said I love my first chick
In this Lincoln Continental
Almost had a baby in that backseat... but God saved me
Bout 5 girlfriends and it seems like they're all crazy
This Lincoln seen'em all, chauffeur'd all my ladies
Even girl who punched my contact out... that's my baby
We grow and learn, the steps of life
Forget, forgive, feel like I live for somethin blessed is right
Drive slow, make'm feel like you just blessed their night
Im tryna make the music where you wanna buy the record twice
No double album but I gave you something twice as dope
We just hangin but the cops wanna tight the rope
Stop killin people off of looks, God don't like it bro
Preach a purpose, what the f*ck you think this mic is for
Word to Hov, i'll be gone until November
Drivin to these open mics, no heat up in December
Froze our off so these dreams could be the center
Im sorry i'm just reminiscin... I remember
Where I hit my first lick, rolled my first spliff, f*cked my first bitch
In this Lincoln Continental
Wrote my first hit, load my first clip, said I love my first chick
In this Lincoln Continental
Hit my first lick, rolled my first spliff, f*cked my first bitch
In this Lincoln Continental
Wrote my first hit, load my first clip, said I love my first chick
In this Lincoln Continental
Writer: Kyle McCarty
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