Lincoln (Explicit Album Version)

Lincoln - The Internet
I was rollin' through the ghetto
In my Lincoln Continental
Blowin' Kush smoke out the window
What you think my windows tint for
It go drastic
Measures in a tale so tragic
Follow formula 64 as you trail my tracks
B**ch  there's nothin' more pleasant than gettin' paid on point
Pretty b**ches with gold grills just to hold my joints
I make 'em plead
As the director says scene
New words  don't say my name
I just make 'em say king
Four rings on that motherf**kin' wood grain wheel
Raw  I'm Johnny Law  but you should check my appeal
Once upon a time not too far back
There was a young wolf pack
That grew up in a lack
Syd left King
And Ace played Black Jack
B**ches be talkin' sh*t
That's how you end up smacked
I'm after chips
And if we eating then I'm after your b**ch
Ain't no cost  just pimpin' player
You should be after the risk
We winnin' like there ain't no other way to play the game
All I hang around is zeros
Figure my checks should look the same
I was rollin' through the ghetto
In my Lincoln Continental
Blowin' Kush smoke out the window
What you think my windows tint fo'