I got 'mares, a rash and ice cream
Grounded like a fiend for this you've never seen
Watch me take it over, benches be coming over
Money, we count it over, my friends, they never over
I pull up in a fake toy Benz, any tent, black Keds
Bent, clock it, black shoes, my attitude's
Fudge for a dollar, nothing, hit the ball
Fifth clap skater lap, my dad's a Raiders fan
Served the customers to custom make the porch
Indiana Jones, homie, the world is ours
I'm Tony Montana with a bench from Atlanta
At the Cheeser Cabana, then I'm ghost like a phantom, Haagen-Dazs
Dirty, muddy hit me like a needle
Got me standing in my brain street like mentals dad's says 'bad
I'm a motherfudgin' Coca-Cola boy
Baby sis, come and run the world with a dumb boy
Some people, look in through the needle
This isn't where we wan' be
They see you running through the fields
Deep inside a capsule, freedom, you don't imaginate
We run
We run
We run
We can run so far