arm stretch a tee like i nailed it
raf movin' slow like a creep
shirt in the breeze like i'm sailin'
and i walk in my sleep
i can't help that
when's the last time i asked for some help that
i couldn't get from nobody else
yeah?
i couldn't get from nobody out there
when's the last time i asked for some help that
i couldn't get from nobody else
yeah?
nobody
i don't get weak in the knees
hundreds spread out like a fan
vert feel like some gucci sandals
open the sky
get a handful
torso marked up like a vandal
how you not fuckin' with cash?
god gave you what you could handle
gave you what you could handle
i got the grip like the handle
and i'm bikin'
i'm bikin' with me and my daniel
hades got the angels
tv's got the angles
i'm brakin'. got. bikin'
i'm bikin'
i'm bikin' slow-mo
maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
i'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
how can i be burr around l.a. coast?
the diamonds is plural
the tiffany brooch
on my lapel
at the table
i'm givin' a toast
the first wedding that i've been in my twenties
thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
maybe the government got nothin' to do with it
thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
think i want me a lil' one that look like my clone
me and my baby can't do on our own
i landed a trick
got my impossibles
i'm fuckin' with addy
i'm watchin' my dose
24 hours like they never close
i'm bikin'
i'm bikin'
i'm bikin' these blocks
yeah
since ben baller sold all his ice up at slauson
ooh
i'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads
i'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
savage
is bikin'
yeah
transition lightning
ashes and reminisce of ballers
body to study
a bentley that used to be flawless
i'm high up
the raindrops keep falling
scattered
the showers
don't scaffold the towers
i'm up
mom
i promise
in class with the honors
no cheat like i'm honest
and how did i become so accomplished?
'cause i don't see foes
i just see a cold
i just see a hold
chinks in your armor
like pac in the hummer
like jigga in the summer
left the house like obama
hit the road like a runner
hit the road like road runner
i'm biking
i'm biking
i'm biking
i don't get weak in the knees
hundreds spread out like a fan
vert feel like some gucci sandals
open the sky
get a handful
torso marked up like a vandal
how you not fuckin' with cash?
god gave you what you could handle
gave you what you could handle
i got the grip like the handle
and i'm bikin'
i'm bikin' with me and my daniel
hades got the angels
tv's got the angles
i'm brakin'
got
got me fucked up
got a million dollar bike
got a million dollar bike
got
got me fucked up
got me fucked up
up
million dollar bike
got
got me fucked up
up
million dollar bike
got
got me fucked up
got a million dollar bike
got a million dollar bike
got
got me fucked up
got me fucked up
up
million dollar bike
got
got me fucked up
up
million dollar bike