You got the cash, well I am about to come in and embezzle it
I am on a whole 'nother level
I put the bass up in your face
You're feeling it treble
You jokers corny like kettle
My superflow is olympic that I need a medal
Pop out the bushes like: Hello
I reach for the top and never settle
You say you rock, you a pebble
I rock and roll, I'm heavy metal
Where are you now?
Where are you now? I'm whipping it
Sitting back, Listening
Where are you, where are you now?
Dipping it, butterfly, butterfly
Where are you now?
Falcon, Falcon, fuck 'em
There's cops on the road, fuck 'em
There's cops on the road
There's cops on the road, fuck 'em
There's cops on the road, Falcon
I'm on the move
Cops on the road, douse 'em
I got you all bouncing, Falcon
I am not afraid to walk the lonely road
I'm so curious of where we go, oh
So who really cares, we won't be there
When kingdom comes, it all falls down
I hope wherever you are
You can see all of the stars, constellations
I'm impatient, you are
Beautiful (beautiful)
You should know (you should know)
Wherever you go, I'ma follow
Wherever you go, I'ma follow
My heart is so hollow, I'm high as Apollo
17, having problems with all of them models
Who rather bring bottles on bottles
We gotta go skrt, hand on the throttle
Oh only you, could hold me down
What do you think that I'm doing when you're not around?
I'm just at home by myself
Or out with them girls, oh we both know that doesn't help me
No, no I'm ready to go
So much better than before
Nigga said I wasn't dope
But now my head is on the road
Bounce (got me swerving on the road)
Bounce (all them cops is on the road)
(Bounce, Bounce)
Bounce

Looking at my life East Atlanta
I'm an African American a variant to what my city's like
The world's going to hell
I just roll up the gas
And pass it all around the circle for my day one homies
Oh, you acting like you know me?
Remember when I was so lowkey
Chill in the club, with a doobie and a cutie
Well I got a lil vibe, I know they gone judge me
But that's a necessary evil, uh
And I was gonna sin like people
I'm living a lie, trying to do this right
Go mama do your dance
Leave my money in advance, the Louie V pants
I'm never playing bout my bands
Kick in your door, Doo doo doo
With the tool in my hand
Raury they don't understand
We had to stick it to the man
We 'bout to hit the road
Leave the money where I can
Let them hate on this event
That's just a piece of the plan
Breaking news
There seems to be a high speed police chase at north bound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway
There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers with falcon winged doors
This is interesting, stay tuned
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Do you remember now?

Syre (how does he kill you?)
The boy who chased the sunset until it chased him
The boy who had no fears until he faced them

The boy whose words seem to never make sense (how did you die?)
This is ninety