20 Inch Blades

Twenty inch blades on the Jag
Wineberry leather
Match the drapes in the back
Spinning round the block
Ain't get no taste of the past
Set aside a couple
Rainy days and a half
Couldn't see me puffing
Beating the breaks off that ass
Five percent mirror
Fix her face off the glass
Flip the neon light
Retract the fifth wheel attached
Jumping in the slab
You know she ain't coming back
Smoking this onion
Got me crying
Counting stacks of hundreds
I always knew that we would touch it
Ever since a youngin'
I only put it in they face
You won't catch me frontin'
I only put 'em in they place
Bring 'em back to humble
You in a room
That's full of bosses
That don't make you one
You in a room
That's full of bricks
But walking out with none
It's best to think before you speak
Before your life is gone
It's best to think before you speak
It's best you bite your tongue
Twenty inch blades on the Jag
Wineberry leather
Match the drapes in the back
Spinning round the block
Ain't get no taste of the past
Set aside a couple
Rainy days and a half
Couldn't see me puffing
Beating the breaks off that ass
Five percent mirror
Fix her face off the glass
Flip the neon light
Retract the fifth wheel attached
Jumping in the slab
You know she ain't coming back