lirik lagu vico & all things hip - 126 diary
[verse 1]
i was born in stuttgart germany
april eightysix i was built with a urgency
my skin and guts burgundy
two months old when i left the language i never learned to speak
my family name is benz i think you heard of me
i’ve made ppl f~ck over their friends even murder for me
my vin start with 126 left out the rest purposely
my first owner was a stock broker up on wall street
he went on a balling spree
bought a crib in the hampton’s and another down in the keys
he been dreaming ’bout me even paid prеmium fee’s
paid it all cash, didn’t care to lease
monеy kept flowing he thinking sh~t is sweet
never met his wife, he f~cks his mistress on my back seat
high off nose candy few times he almost crashed me
speaking about crashes
stock market crashed, he had to liquidate his assets
he was fully tilted, sold me only for a fraction
relationship barely lasted
[verse 2]
my second owner was a coke dealer out of queens
i think he ran with supreme
he change the sneakers on my feet
next was the m~ffler delete
bad b~tch passenger seat, my trunk filled it with keys
windows up smoking trees, i can barely breath
we hit highway, cracked the sun roof and i felt a breeze
tinted my windows to lay low from the d’s and enemies
i went from sleeping in garages to park infront of bodegas
glove compartment kept his glock, center console his pager
went to war with the neighbours dominicanos with razors
he ain’t worried he know k!llers that still owe favors
posted on the block courages
word up magazine thumbing through the pages
headphones on listening to the new big daddy kane sh~t
leaning on his car rocking his latest custom made fit
spanish kid pulled up on his bike, he ain’t even say sh~t
he ain’t even seen it, all you heard was the shots
his body dropped blood all on my fender and mon0blocks
repossessed by the cops ended up on auction blocks
[verse 3]
my third owner was a teacher from connecticut very good etiquette
parks me at suburban home where i am a better fit
driveways in the neighbourhood, i see a lot of relatives
my m~ffler back on so i’m sounding like myself again
i really like this guy, i hope he keeps me ’til the bitter end
but he wasn’t a friend traded me in, in ’92 for the new latest benz
a newer bigger version of me with better seats
double pane windows soft close door i can barely compete
i pray someone body still wants me in their fleet
the new 140 got so much technology, i wonder if i’m obsolete
[verse 4]
luckily my fourth owner was in love with my type
every night after we ride, he would give me a wipe
he tuck me in cover me up and make sure that i’m right
he kept me for like a decade then moved on with his life
now it’s 2002 my ego is bruised
i done sat on every lot with every car that is used
they walk by but never pick me, they say i’m not reliable
i’m really confused, i guess they don’t know the truth
years past, i’m still on this lot my breaks is shot
my paint don’t look how it used to plus i need new shocks
bounced around a couple shops, n0body gave me a shot
i’m feeling outcasted, still got low milage on my clock
reminiscing back how i used to stunt hard, how i end up in this junk yard
sometimes i get lost day dreaming of a plush garage
new liquids and filters break pads battery fully charged
at night before i shut my lights i pray to the benzgod
my days are numbered crushing us at faster rates
they just took that e~class away you see that poor b~st~rd’s face
they just crushed some more beamers, i wasn’t sad to see it
the only part that’s sad they’re k!lling other europeans
i pray i make it out this h~ll, but don’t think i’ll be leaving
they already took my grill, headlights will be gone by this evening
they picking us apart, they use us for parts
they still ain’t take my heart, new fuel pump and i’ll definitely start
but one day i felt them clamp on my frame this ain’t the same
they started pulling, i thought this was the end of my game
but this was different usually the forklift takes you away
this was a tow truck, he pulled me out and then loaded me up
i’m in an enclosed trailer, i’m in shock like what the f~ck?
heard i’m going to this place called the kingdom the mecca
some place warm where all my relatives is gathered together
they plan to fully restore me and then keep me forever
i must be dreaming, the benzgod must of answered my prayers
i’m starting to see palm trees and feel the change of the weather
doors open, they got their phones out as i enter the mecca
i’m home
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