Need my money in a duffle cus the bands can't fold
They gone hate you till they love you
Can't tell friend or foe
I've been trying to reach new levels
Talking young Van Gogh
Don't know why I hit the road
I just know I had to
Go
Push the pedal watch me
Go
Heavy metal watch me
Go
Feel like TK on Baker young nigga in his prime
Trying to be well of these G's and let em trickle down
Death wish just like Atiba, I keep a list of mine
I check it every night waiting for the perfect time
I used to smoke hella cheeba
But now I simmered out
Acid had my brain fried
Think I start to lose my mine
Hit em with the shimmy ya
Busting flows like woo hah
Got you niggas all in check
Wonder why I'm too fye
Raised by dope boys
Niggas who flash hundred thou
Bankrolls and count it loud
Used to always make me proud
In the jungle I would tumble
Rumble young man rumble
All the wins taught me muscle
All the L's made me humble
Need my money in a duffle cus the bands can't fold
They gone hate you till they love you
Can't tell friend or foe
I've been trying to reach new levels
Talking young Van Gogh
Don't know why I hit the road
I just know I had to
Go
Push the pedal watch me
Go
Heavy metal watch me
Go
Bout to look like '06
How the ice cream fit
I'm the type to get married
In some ice cream kicks
With a grill in my mouth
To a star trak chick
But I'm never tied down
If you catch my drift
Drop Dead XX
We the new Deathwish
Slap the camera out ya hand
Like I'm Antwuan Dixon
Don't look at them for help
Cus my friends all with it
On one hand gifted on the other so ignant
I'm with some white boys who look like Lizard King
Smoking Drinking Snorting
Coke and Xans and the E
But quick to tighten up if they feel a threat to me
Not a finger gets laid on little Skateboard T
Need my money in a duffle cus the bands can't fold
They gone hate you till they love you
Can't tell friend or foe
I've been trying to reach new levels
Talking young Van Gogh
Don't know why I hit the road
I just know I had to
Go
Push the pedal watch me
Go
Heavy metal watch me
Go
This is for the skate rats street punks
Burnouts Drop dead new age leaders
Cult fan base feeling up arenas
Got em jumping out the ceilings
Hands could probably touch Jesus
This is for the burnouts scumbags
Persistent bout the money
On ya head like a durag
This is for the third district street popes
Careful bout they moves like they walking on a tight rope
Im the brand new Skateboard P
Say it every song just so you know me
I still be in third district so you see me
In that Ice Cream that Bape or that BBC