Another Cadillac Tune by Easy Chill Lyrics

[Easy Chill]
Now I got weed and Chuck Taylors
Similar to my best bitches
Fly as fuck
Coming in different flavors
Cali Kush buds
Broken the ear drums of my neighbors
Man they taxing these blunts
So I'm thinking bout bowls or papers
Niggas say that we rhyme similar
But I don't know kid
I mean we got the same bars
But mine came off the dome
While you was writing at home
For at least a couple hours
Just to spit what I did
Now even when I'm quiet
They can't keep up with what I say
Cause I let my money talk
Like that jury did OJ
I let my money walk
Exercise it
Till the point that I can't recognize it
This is cocaine disguised in
Lyrics
Rehabilitation futures to those who hear it
Or even come near it
And no this is no teen spirit
It's the joint
That got me so on point

I'm just that Chi-town nigga
Smoking
Like I'm in Oakland
Niggas wanna hit the 3 wheel motion x3