White Cadillac (Benton Jarren)

[Chorus:] Yeah, white Cadillac, Top off White girls are ready to ride off Yeah, all the spaceship across 5-4-3-2-1 gone 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 Waking from a nightmare Feeling somethings not right I can wait to leave here 12 never looking back Jarren on the book it rap Talking niggas cookie crack Living in the future [?] But I took it back White Cadillac, Gotta love the way I'm looking at [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]