Songtexte:
Traffic Dealer

governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, Dealer Dealer, Dealer Dealer, Dealer

your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, Dealer

what really counts" And every evening after Their 20 hour day They'd sleep content imagining That restaurant far away Where fat fucks in designer suits Would order over deals

town boy Considered to be the realist Of all the other dealers He's a cocaine cowboy See they causin' a lot of havic In movin a lot of traffic From the

I got trap money cabin, it's 30 if you askin D trap money lavish, ain't gotta make it rappin Fruity bezel the cabbage, them country niggaz taxin Ballin like Maverick, blowin loud in the traffic

I'm a show off I, I'm a show off Nigga, I'm a show off [Hell Rell:] Know what I be doin if I didn't have a deal Probly be down south with the purple

Gates O.G. Baby This is Kansas City [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] We be ?? pretty young things yo we got are selves in Like dun deal I'm a popper Blouzin Get

on inez street I shoot you in the head and let that ass decay You been laying in the street so long your brains is turning gray You niggaz can't deal

The dollar bill will exercise our ills...E Frauds is thoroughly camouflaged and fatigued in the field Be careful who you believe, the pills Is dealed