Nomix - Lex Leather + (Wildside) Lyrics

Flows marinated in money I brung the literature
Hotter than Lexus leather seats in summer temperatures
I remember them battles Iverson putting 50 up
Chronicles of a skinny nigga wildin since a sippy cup
Cry me a river these grimy niggas slimy slithering
Find me a lick that'll get me 90 for the 10 of us
Direct orders from headquarters to escort us
Bullet proof yukons and lukewarm red water
Popping plastic stretch the body it's not gymnastics
Got the block established thru apparatus chop and bag it
All I had was a socket ratchet box of matches
Hot plate and a pot to catch it
Walah watch the magic
Off the stoop since the Hoover trial
We was juveniles cold hearted killers with the cutest smiles
Scary niggas threw the towel couldn't handle it
I Finished laying down groundwork and took a stand on it
Stepping on shit so hard I thought my toe broke
Gold rope Rakim rhyming cuz NomiX no joke
Plus I took heed to wise words from old folks
To get everybody high and still keep a low pro
Flows marinated in money I brung the literature
Hotter than Lexus leather seats in summer temperatures
I remember my father told me nobody give a fuck
Gotta have no feelings to finish with a winners touch
Flows marinated in money I brung the literature
Hotter than Lexus leather seats in summer temperatures
Narcs parked in unmarked cars dog it gotta be frightening
How they watch us through binoculars
NomiX dodging indictments
I hop in a nice whip drive with no license dropping the ice in
When it's a drought stretch it to extra professional chef with the right spin
That's counter clockwise for those who don't have a clue
My Digital scale in need of some batteries run out of sandwich bags cop every Saturday
Because of the trap it's jumping
The junkies is comin
The hustlers love me
Fuck could you tell me I'm tryn get wealthy
The fuck could you tell me I'm tryn get wealthy
What you know bout 75,000 in ones take like an hour to count
Fly it to Vegas and drive it to Cali
Then mail back the product to my mama house
Bricks in the ground bricks in the sofa
So many bricks its like O'Neil free throwing
If only you know how I sold weed and opium wrote it in poems to openly show them
Take a walk wit me on the wild side down my side
Nigga we outside uhhh
Have a talk wit the goons grinding moonlight
Where the wolves howl like
Uhhh
Sleeper hold flow double dose ketamine spiked
Show up to the shindig late in never seen Nikes
Peoples champ camp crystal stamp on the diesel grams
Got them waiting on me all my dope fiend's like the Beatles fans

Flows marinated in money I brung the literature
Hotter than Lexus leather seats in summer temperatures
I remember them battles Iverson putting 50 up
Chronicles of a skinny nigga wildin since a sippy cup
Cry me a river these grimy niggas slimy slithering
Find me a lick that'll get me 90 for the 10 of us
Direct orders from headquarters to escort us
Bullet proof yukons and lukewarm red water
Popping plastic stretch the body it's not gymnastics
Got the block established thru apparatus chop and bag it
All I had was a socket ratchet box of matches
Hot plate and a pot to catch it
Walah watch the magic
Off the stoop since the Hoover trial
We was juveniles cold hearted killers with the cutest smiles
Scary niggas threw the towel couldn't handle it
I Finished laying down groundwork and took a stand on it
Stepping on shit so hard I thought my toe broke
Gold rope Rakim rhyming cuz NomiX no joke
Plus I took heed to wise words from old folks
To get everybody high and still keep a low pro
Flows marinated in money I brung the literature
Hotter than Lexus leather seats in summer temperatures
I remember my father told me nobody give a fuck
Gotta have no feelings to finish with a winners touch
Flows marinated in money I brung the literature
Hotter than Lexus leather seats in summer temperatures
Narcs parked in unmarked cars dog it gotta be frightening
How they watch us through binoculars
NomiX dodging indictments
I hop in a nice whip drive with no license dropping the ice in
When it's a drought stretch it to extra professional chef with the right spin
That's counter clockwise for those who don't have a clue
My Digital scale in need of some batteries run out of sandwich bags cop every Saturday
Because of the trap it's jumping
The junkies is comin
The hustlers love me
Fuck could you tell me I'm tryn get wealthy
The fuck could you tell me I'm tryn get wealthy
What you know bout 75,000 in ones take like an hour to count
Fly it to Vegas and drive it to Cali
Then mail back the product to my mama house
Bricks in the ground bricks in the sofa
So many bricks its like O'Neil free throwing
If only you know how I sold weed and opium wrote it in poems to openly show them
Take a walk wit me on the wild side down my side
Nigga we outside uhhh
Have a talk wit the goons grinding moonlight
Where the wolves howl like
Uhhh
Sleeper hold flow double dose ketamine spiked
Show up to the shindig late in never seen Nikes
Peoples champ camp crystal stamp on the diesel grams
Got them waiting on me all my dope fiend's like the Beatles fans