[Chorus:]
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Yeah, white Cadillac, Top off
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White girls are ready to ride off
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Yeah, all the spaceship across
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5-4-3-2-1 gone
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I'm so outta here [x2]
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I'm so so so so outta here
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I'm so outta here
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I'm so outta here
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5-4-3-2-1 I'm gone
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[Verse 1:]
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Live from the mind of a lunatic
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Grew up on the east side Dope Boyz moving bricks
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Me? I'm in the basement
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Rocking with my dope bag
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Where the hell is Andre?
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I grew up with no dad
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Mr.Biggie so rad
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You should take a photograph
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I'm so outta here you see me soaring in my hovercraft
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Y'all don't wanna fuck with that
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Boy like heroin
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Welcome to my do-jo
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No I'm not barreling
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They say I'm a dreamer
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Looking at the stars
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Never risking songs about money on the cars
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I just wanna rock mic
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Living in the spotlight
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Waking from a nightmare
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Feeling somethings not right
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I can wait to leave here 12 never looking back
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Jarren on the book it rap
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Talking niggas cookie crack
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Living in the future
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[?]
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But I took it back
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White Cadillac, Gotta love the way I'm looking at
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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The city sleeping on me like a silly posturepedic
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But knowing me, I'll probably pop their hearts out and eat it
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Yeah
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I'm so outta here
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I'm so outta here
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My girl worry she think a baby's acting weird
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Afraid of loosing me
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She hold a back tear
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And when I make it I promise I'm coming back here
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Better yet I send a (pack of beer?)
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A rocketship, we dipping out of the atmosphere
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Yesterday I was wearier tomorrow
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Now me and your Momma slam a Cadillac cargo
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Living on a pull out not a dollar in my cargo's
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She does all the same from the cater to kilargo
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Yeah from misty hallways the white picket fences
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Opportunity just keep the guards on the hinges
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I bet they hate it when I'm up, up, on
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5-4-3-2-1 gone
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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I'm an east side monster
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Came from the bottom
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I'm so outta here That I'm a mother fucking problem
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I love hip-hop
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Karma die rhyming
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Levitate over niggas I defy science
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I'm a get rich one day
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Or die trying
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Niggas got lifes
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Say they rather die frying
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Momma coming home from a hard day crying
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Why life to working a Vegas shes sighing
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Would I die dressed tell her, Momma keep trying
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Until I'm at the top
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I'm a keep climbing
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Yeah
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Writing like I'm scribbling my last words
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Spit it like I'm spitting out my last verse
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I'm so sick say I need to see a pastor
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Whack nigga killing
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Turning niggas into Casper
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I say they hate it when I'm up, up, on
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5-4-3-2-1 bitch gone
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[Chorus x2]
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White Cadillac
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Jarren Benton |