Текст Jarren Benton – White Cadillac

Chorus:
Yeah, white Cadillac, Top off
White girls are ready to ride off
Yeah, all the spaceship across

I’m so outta here
x2
I’m so so so so outta here
I’m so outta here
I’m so outta here
5-4-3-2-1 I’m gone

Verse 1:
Live from the mind of a lunatic
Grew up on the east side Dope Boyz moving bricks
Me? I’m in the basement
Rocking with my dope bag
Where the hell is Andre?
I grew up with no dad
Mr.Biggie so rad
You should take a photograph
I’m so outta here you see me soaring in my hovercraft
Y’all don’t wanna fuck with that
Boy like heroin
Welcome to my do-jo
No I’m not barreling
They say I’m a dreamer
Looking at the stars
Never risking songs about money on the cars
I just wanna rock mic
Living in the spotlight

Chorus

Verse 2:
The city sleeping on me like a silly posturepedic
But knowing me, I’ll probably pop their hearts out and eat it
Yeah
I’m so outta here
I’m so outta here
My girl worry she think a baby’s acting weird
Afraid of loosing me
She hold a back tear
And when I make it I promise I’m coming back here
Better yet I send a (pack of beer?)
A rocketship, we dipping out of the atmosphere
Yesterday I was wearier tomorrow
Now me and your Momma slam a Cadillac cargo
Living on a pull out not a dollar in my cargo’s
She does all the same from the cater to kilargo
Yeah from misty hallways the white picket fences
Opportunity just keep the guards on the hinges
I bet they hate it when I’m up, up, on
5-4-3-2-1 gone

Chorus

Verse 3:
I’m an east side monster
Came from the bottom
I’m so outta here That I’m a mother fucking problem
I love hip-hop
Karma die rhyming
Levitate over niggas I defy science
I’m a get rich one day
Or die trying
Niggas got lifes
Say they rather die frying
Momma coming home from a hard day crying
Why life to working a Vegas shes sighing
Would I die dressed tell her, Momma keep trying
Until I’m at the top
I’m a keep climbing
Yeah
Writing like I’m scribbling my last words
Spit it like I’m spitting out my last verse
I’m so sick say I need to see a pastor
Whack nigga killing
Turning niggas into Casper
I say they hate it when I’m up, up, on
5-4-3-2-1 bitch gone

Chorus x2