I been ridin' in that 650 coupe 
650 coupe, 650 coupe 
Yeah 
Slidin' in that 650 coupe 
650 coupe, 650 coupe 
Nowadays they call me 650 Luc 
650 Luc, 650 Luc 
Ridin' in that 650 coupe 
650 coupe, 650 coupe 

I don't fuck with' strangers 
Got a bad attitude 
Lot of anger yeah 
For that brown bag, you get ate up 
When you down bad, they don't save us 
Had to hustle for everything a nigga got 
On my Pops 
Big brother fuckin' up Grandmama pots 
That boy hot 
In tha kitchen playin' with' all that damn fire 
Young boy got that pole on him 
Know that boy'll ride 
If a nigga say I told on him 
Then that boy a lie 
Death before dishonor 
Ima be like that until I die 
Gotta be careful out here 
I can not skress that shit alot 
God blessing me a lot 
Thanks for gettin' me off that block 
Yeah 

I been ridin' in that 650 coupe 
650 coupe, 650 coupe 
Yeah 
Slidin' in that 650 coupe 
650 coupe, 650 coupe 
Nowadays they call me 650 Luc 
650 Luc, 650 Luc 
Ridin' in that 650 coupe 
650 coupe, 650 coupe 

Dreamed about that 745
Grandma still fightin' for her life
Yeah Uh
I been down bad, but I been tryin'
Pockets dry
I done gave away too much of mine
But Ima be just fine
I don't even remember the last time
I paid my rent on time
We ain't got no gas, and it ain't hot
But we still survived
[?] went to jail for his first time
They still gave him 9
And we didn't even ask the Lord why
My man still alive
All these court cases got me traumatized
And all this money talkin' got my tongue tied
And kickin' doors got my lil' 'cause 5
I been paper chasin' for a long time

I been ridin' in that 650 coupe
650 coupe, 650 coupe
Yeah
Slidin' in that 650 coupe
650 coupe, 650 coupe
Nowadays they call me 650 Luc
650 Luc, 650 Luc
Ridin' in that 650 coupe
650 coupe, 650 coupe