Uh

My mission is to get my Mom a crib and get this shit in gear

NUVEAUX, we the shit and I promise this gone be our year

Yeah, yeah

Uh, kemosabe...

We bought them zig-zags and we rollin them up

A couple of bottles, a couple of cups

All of these bitches be Wile E. as fuck

Throw on that Stalley and puff on this blunt

They gone off that molly, I'm gone off of life

Nothing is wrong when intentions are right

I wrote you some songs and I hope that you like

I outlived the moon past several midnights

Young, niggas tryna get it

Young-young, niggas tryna get it

Young-young, niggas tryna get it

Young-young, Bogie in this bitch...

Feel God-like, not God though, or God-body

I'm a mere mortal, feel near orbit, not sci-fi

But a metaphor

That's NUVEAUX's steeze

New Americana...