Tan Seats - ARTZ

I came in knocking heads off

And giving all my glory to god

Like Khabib Nurmagomedov

For allah for jehova for whoever you trust

In religion we must

I seen death up front

You gon need more then a zoom call to get close

That’s probably why I always turn to heaven the most

When there’s greed in his eyes

They be looking up to Benjamin most

Where I’m from you trust to Many

You’ll be dead or left ghost

Patrick Swayze of the voice note crazy

I got Whoopi in the hooptie

With the sound system banging

Lord

This the only way to ever introduce m

On the drivers side

Smoking a joint playing juicy in th car

Backseat window down

Got my bulldog Lucy in the car

See all I ever did was show love to my dogs

Hoping they would stay loyal by my side

Stand guard for the kid

I’m the type to throw keys to the crib

Here have em

If I can reach the stars to shine

For you to travel

I’ll do it

Over and over again

Applying pressure

Cause the world didn’t want us to win

Uh, The reject forbidden

The black sheep out the litter

All the game that I’m kicking

Was written before

From humble beginnings

To everything that’s next in store

When I’m gone they’ll be more in the vault

I swear

Ain’t no plan b’s

I got plans for the rejects and the family

Buy my baby that new coupe

With the tan seats

Smoking blunts out the roof

Of the tangy

Ooh we fancy

Ain’t no plan b’s

I got plans for the rejects and the family

Buy my baby that new coupe

With the tan seats

Smoking blunts out the roof

Of the tangy

Ooh we fancy

In Miami

I met plenty bottle girls

That be scamming

Felt like pun

I was suppose to win a Grammy

Listen close you could probably

Hear your heartbeat

She said baby can you make it look artsy

Let the song speak

If we’re going to the club no paparazzi

But your on me

To be honest

I’m like concrete and your solid

We ain’t doing no hand outs

100 racks on the house

Just To buy my mom crib

Ima get it with some land now

50 racks to the fam

But you gotta make it stretch

We gon see it all plans out

I wanna just wanna see you win

Turn the loses to some wins

Hope your finding all your answers

Hoping god gives you chances

Ain’t no plan b’s

I got plans for the rejects and the family

Buy my baby that new coupe

With the tan seats

Smoking blunts out the roof

Of the tangy

Ooh we fancy