I mean the ears like vitamin C

I mean yellow like bright as a bee

I mean the sun like bright as can be

F80 knot you, tie it to me

Just to get from A to B and ain't drive it to see

The Palais, the Eiffel, Army won't turn the parades off

God bless Takeoff

I said I want the Rolls-Royce with the drapes off

And it ain't electric so it's way off

Send it back, sending for the Gordo pies?

Picked up the Turo and drive, straight up the 405

The way that the boarders designed

I'm feeling like the lord of the skies, arms like 2:45

Hit 'em, make sure that he dies

That text, won't never reply

The Feds came and collected my guys

The rain pours and I'm hearing it cries

Went from heaters up to fevers up

Bitches in the back, the seat is up

Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A

If you let the money talk, who speaking up

I'm sleepwalking, y'all don't dream enough

My third passport, I ain't seen enough

If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough

The scale don't lie, you ain't even us (yeah)

Shorty want me hit her like an archer

But I'm not desperate, so I starve her

How we fit 30 studs in the collar

Open the sunroof, wave to my father

Remembering the shipments at the Portsmouth Harbor

Something for the face-numbers and the nodders

Grew up playing real life Contra

"Never give up," that's the mantra

Lifting all this weight, now I live behind the gate

Should DJ the way they digging through the crates

You niggas busting bricks on a plate

I need more space to make paste

The wrap houses running out of tape

The drug money busting out the safes

Scammers running in and out of Chase

Bottle service running out of Ace

Went from heaters up to fevers up

Bitches in the back, the seat is up

Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A

If you let the money talk, who speaking up

I'm sleepwalking, y'all don't dream enough

My third passport, I ain't seen enough

If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough

The scale don't lie, you ain't even us