[Verse 1]

Ha, wave, my inner soul make a village glow

You could see the rib through my inner scope

Real grows but it feel cold

Give my spirit to the pen stroke, young Westbrook and the rim is low

Sweet ting with a fall through when I hit the Queen with the give and go

I've been gettin' close, I've been feelin' G.O.A.T

I’ll be in the mode with my pupils dilated

Take the beat and then annihilate it 'til the siren faded

[*Siren*]

Fuck a violation, I've been goin' places

It's no escapin' how I ride my wave and chasin' Percy Nills with no limitation

Carve a smile with thеy straight faces

Therapeutic, sеlf-medicated, I've been doin' fine for the low life

Seein' clear through the low lights

Straight gas with a stove light

Chasin' green, all I know is to gold, they seen my pro with it, show’s right

Third finger to my old life

[Chorus]

I can't lose (No-no)

Count up the blue (Count that)

Spin that, then reboot (Reboot)

Put on for the crew (Gang, gang)

It's a coupe (Vroom)

Don't got no roof (No-no)

So I can shoot for the Star BM (Move fast, way up, heart race, poundin')

So I can shoot for the star beam (Sky-high)

So I can shoot

So I can shoot for the Star BM (Move fast, heart race, poundin’, flip back)

So I can shoot (Sky-high) for the star beam

So I can shoot (Way up where the sound is, sky-high)

So I can shoot for the Star BM (I don't wanna 'bound this)

[Verse 2]

I just hit the Brody, what you want?

I just copped myself a Lil'... map

To remind me where I'm from and where I'm goin'

And where I'm at

Oh, he trust shit out my two lips, I talk that true shit

I'm outchea tryna smell the roses while I'm still here

I'm at the crib-o gettin' toasted, (Lit) I'm off the dosage

My mind is glowin', set the blow up from how I molded

Never forfeit, must be clutch, huh? The way I close it

Takin' more than I can fold, (Flip it!) Watch it close here

You might pick up on the pro tip, I got the torch lit

They want my business to reside, rep by where they nose it

Give my image some distortion

Yeah

Bitch, I came from where the florist, Top Ramen bowl shit

I used to live all for the morsel, now I get portions

Since seventeen been on my lonesome, my life been cordless

But then I learned to carpe diem, now that shit lookin' gorgeous

2020 with the vision sharpened, decent job to come from where the void is

Wanna cop the crib with the cash bag, get the last laugh for no mortgage (Wave)

My mind spinnin' outta orbit (Yeah)

But right now, finna soul ride, flip the third finger to my old life

[Chorus]

I can't lose (No-no)

Count up the blue (Count that)

Spin that, then reboot (Reboot)

Put on for the crew (Gang, gang)

It's a coupe (Vroom)

Don't got no roof (No-no)

So I can shoot for the Star BM (Move fast, way up, heart race, poundin')

So I can shoot for the star beam (Sky-high)

So I can shoot (Way up where the sound is)

So I can shoot for the Star BM (I don't wanna 'bound this, move fast, heart race, poundin', flip back)

So I can shoot (Sky-high) for the star beam

So I can shoot (Way up where the sound is)

(Sky-high) So I can shoot for the Star BM (I don't wanna 'bound this)