Above The Law
کاور آهنگ Above The Law از Rick Ross, DJ Khaled, Meek Mill, Teyana Taylor

Above The Law

Too Good To Be True۱۴۰۲۳:۳۲

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Rozay, Meek Milly and Billy

Too Good To Be True

Another One

(Maybach Music)

I'm so high, cheers to the sky

I come alive in the night

Them flashin' red and blue lights

They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star

But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables

We above the law

We above the law

We above the law

Demons in my cell, it's just me, all alone

Takin' everythin' to trial, nigga, we goin' home

I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone

So postin' guns on the internet, we don't condone

It's like snitchin' on yourself

Doin' crimes on the camera, you like a witness to yourself

This new Louis came from Virgil, this white drippin' on my belt

For all them times was in them trenches, had to whip it up myself

Try and get it back, nigga, we gon' let it stack (stack)

Never pullin' over for the law in a pack (pack)

I remember times sellin' dimes to get a check

Nowadays, the only time we doin' time is a Patek

Run my check, nigga (nigga)

I'm so high, cheers to the sky

I come alive in the night

Them flashin' red and blue lights

They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star

But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables

We above the law

We above the law (it's too good, yo)

We above the law

Ten million worth of jewels in my interviews

Only made dude, livin' in the Shade Room (biggest)

I can see it in him, but I wouldn't say it to him

Or I can give it to him, did it in a day or two (brrt)

Go to Club E11EVEN in the daytime (huh)

Still duckin' 9-11 for the K9

Quick to take her shoppin' with my play time

And I always fuck her to the bassline (biggest)

Me and Meek, nigga, we the dream team

Murder niggas on Christmas Eve team

I see you lil' niggas with your Submariners

You know I'm fuckin' your bitch, I'm so careless

On the big black jet, we off to Paris

It's too good to be true, it's like a marriage

Me and just the money 'til the day I die (die)

Started with the envelopes and now our ceilings high, high

While you haters countin' us out, we countin' it up

One billion, two billion, three billion, four

(M-M-Maybach Music)

Cops yellin' "Freeze", I held my wrist up

All this ice, he probably freeze tryna frisk us

I'm with this bitch from Belize, look like a princess

Doin' two-hundred in the Lamb', gettin dick sucks

You talkin' to the Rolex rockin', G5 flyin'

Say he on, it's no cap, he ain't lyin'

I don't think they made no jets that we ain't fly in

I don't think they made bad bitches that we ain't dive in

Sittin' on the paper, aggravatin' the haters

Ballin' like Kawhi, LeBron, Clippers and Lakers

Judge tried to send me to jail, did me a favor

Forty mill' strong, I'm on a year later, thank you, haha

I'm so high, cheers to the sky

I come alive in the night

Them flashin' red and blue lights

They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star

But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables

We above the law

We above the law

We above the law