Trowa Beezy - Foreign For The Night

Yeah, Yeah
Uh huh
I don't get up out the bed, unless you talking 'bout some paper
My homies blowing vapors, I sit back sipping some makers
Call the Calvary, I just increased my salary
Feeding women expensive pasta, showing them art galleries
Not chasing nothing still running up the numbers
It's gon be that 'til I rest in permanent slumber
Y'all let that clout get to y'all head and I got to stay humble
I always hustle, she don't ask for no cheap packs of bundles
The parlay hit and no it's time to cash out
Chiropracting 'cuz I'm blowing backs out
These rappers garbage, time to take the trash out
We catch you lacking, and we'll clean your stash out
I don't be outside, man I stay inside the crib
Get a check right before breakfast, damn I love the way live
Hit the mall and catch a flight, airport bars I'm drinking flights
I rented out a Nissan, in a foreign for the night
Uh huh, I'm in a foreign for the night uh huh
Completion never came from a fifth or sixth figure
So when they know my name, know I do not have it twisted
Have to stay humble, no matter how high the risks get
My only flex will be how shiny you see my wrists get

Written by:
Christopher Wallace

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