Ashes 2 Ashes by Game
[feat. Rick Ross]
I got a house on my face, custom made glasses
Lays on the [?], ashes to ashes, valee to vessel
Known as an Aston, the oz [?], homie, only you my absence
Let the nigger we gang members almost [?]
Not the boats but get your but like the [?]
My wrecken sales could never reflect my respect
What god damn death Jim for reverend [?]
Money bags back and forth how carry it on
[?] homies on my lawn, still I grieve on
As I'm now to my crucifix, tears in my eyes, smiling on the inside
Nobody cares what I feel like, no
Now it's six [?] next just to feel right, let's go
Carry on and my glasses, toast to competition
Ashed to ashes
See the [?] in the club, you know we got bottles
See the lambos out front, tell me we fucking models
Spin wheel nigger shit you can pop it into [?]
Making lane for the niggers that have never seen the leather
Red diamonds in the [?], red frames in the lenses
How you know yo all? Baby mama driving Benzes
Louis Vuiton house shoes somewhere on the road
Like a snitch nigger body, let this motherfucker flow
Champaign in my glass feeling like a boss
I'm in love with a phantom like fuck with the [?]
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