Blood, Sweat & Gears (feat. Fiend)

Take this opportunity to roll up

Locate your lights

Lace David Robinsons, Wally moccasins

Matte black paint polished rims

The fuck you said, I ain't hear it clear

Too much money talking in my ear

The end result of two albums in one year

Blood, sweat and gears, life in between the racing stripes

We break day every night, alternative lifestyle

I ain't looking for a pussy boy

This trill jet shit, just enjoy

That's your wifey but she still a jet miss

Give her directions to the telly and a checklist

Arriving shortly with the items I requested

Reinforce the frame with that jive nigga repellent

My new plane, maintain the smoke

Let you take a couple grams home if you my folk

Eyeball you a little something, I ain't the weed man though

But if you give me fifteen minutes, I call my folks, he be at the door

Connecting four marine batteries on one side of the trunk

To go with them other four batteries that's powering the pumps

It's the juice in them cylinders that make the Chevy jump

You already know, ain't gotta tell you 'bout it, partner

Your bitch stay talking and you steady eavesdropping

Rolling trees seem to do something for you

No matter what you be going through

Execution flow, ten thousand grams of potassium

Streets I roam, mama praying like the Vatican

My life feels like trading water in the ocean, who's panicking

I'm dope, sudden move is drug trafficking

Tell 'em get the dough, I'm getting fat again

What I do to hear my loved ones laugh again

Say love, gon' give me your math again

Gotta move it, later on you'll be acting then

Life is like free throws, some things

You gon' miss, some things you make

Don't rush, don't wait, I call pape time travel machine

It can get you there faster but it can't wake a permanent sleep

I never compromise my fresh

Smoke kush, not sess, why cry, I'm blessed

I'll lend you the bail out

The ones I call my tank dogs in the jail house

Jet smoking in the club on tour

Born in New Orleans, all new friends, bonjour

I'm je m'appelle International Jones

Louis scarf, diamond wear, smoking one with the homies

Walls full of vinyl, all bars are final

Life of Richard Rich, first name not Lionel

International Jones

Curren$y the spitter

Alchemist my nigga

Life goes thicker