Kind Of A Return To Form IG

[Verse 1]
Schools out for good
Right now
Hyped up and nobody
Can make me pipe down
Walking around
And I can see the suns out
So much gold on me reflecting
Feeling like a light house
Luxurious clothes
You know that’s all I’m wearing
Wrist hit with a hydro pump
Got everyone staring
I got suicide doors
On my fuckin McLaren
Push to start open the doors
Fire it up and hop in

[Chorus x2]
Steady cruising
Down the back streets
Running up the racks
Like a motherfuckin track meet
Three bags full of cash
Like a motherfuckin black sheep
Living down the fast lane
They can never pass me bitch

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 2]
Went from a 12 speed
To a v12
Went from having no money
To stacking hundreds on the shelf
Went from having a dream
To living all my dreams out
Went from being alone
To alone in a big house
Got an elevator to myself
Exiting the lobby
Bruning rubber doing donuts
Leaving tire marks can’t stop me
Credit card maxed
From a trip out to Hawaii
Hear me spitting that Charizard
Catch me in my fucking car and you know I be

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus x4]
Steady cruising
Down the back streets
Running up the racks
Like a motherfuckin track meet
Three bags full of cash
Like a motherfuckin black sheep
Living down the fast lane
They can never pass me bitch