To go, to go, to go, to go... ...the sounds, (Yeah) just the wind on my skin. [Currensy:] Uh, fine fabrics, interior serious, Dash board lavish, 14 Karat gold instruments. I'm outside lookin' at it, I didn't even sit in it yet, I can't believe that it's just how I envisioned it. Watchin' the speed limits, baby, we smokin' weed in it Without no window tints, to me that don't make no sense, Can't hide, when you this fly, Them niggas is seein' it. Takin' in this sunset on the lake While reminiscin' on how narrowly I escaped, We divide the cake, brunches with the heads of state, Mimosas on different coasts, and these niggas ain't even close. They don't want no smoke, Them niggas broke, they want handouts, I'd rather hand them a rope. Standin' in one place won't get you paid, They fire desperation shots but I'm not fazed.
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