When I grow up I want to be An engine driver. I'll build up my own head of steam- Twenty-fice horsepower. But when I pull off, I don't want to Follow
, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say (Verse 1) Sick wit' it, six digits, big engines
singin' duets with Selena nigga) So Sister Act Cause black nun (none) get love And I'm a have juice till Mark Ferman plants the bloody glove I drive
family And flat tires called jobs But if you have a spare called determination And a engine called perseverance With insurance called faith And the drive
a store for a 100 large I don't need to drive 5, I don't need 100 cars I need 150 thou, square feet Army fatigues, scopin' out for dead meat I make you
let off Three in a row tryin' to blow the old dirty snitch head off I caught the driver instead And opened his head went through the glass Car crash now they all dead
welcome to the concrete jungle Were you when or citizen, til the police mind beat upon you [Chorus: Half-A-Mill] [Outro: Half-A-Mill] Half-A-Mill, Brooklyn
duets with Selena nigga) So Sister Act Cause black nun (none) get love And I'm a have juice till Mark Ferman plants the bloody glove I drive European
