[Verse 1: Na'kel Smith]
I hate that too cool shit
How you scared to get up on your grind?
That's when my mood switch
Although I don't skate it all the time
Doing 42, just so [?] never play defensive line
Touch down, passport stamps, I'm on foreign time
Like I used to want the Hellcat, I want German now
Instruction manual look like hieroglyphics
I see dots and signs
The world is yours, the world is also mine (also mine)
Feel like [?], I hope everybody shine

[Verse 2: 454]
The reefer is around me, I'm creeping when I'm lounging
Count cash on top of mountains, don't need no money counter
The grind is everlasting, we do it, it's the passion
Slick movе when it get drastic, and still rock denim plastic
Dumb whitе folk ass so passive aggressive
The dance twisted up just like a pretzel [?]
We dream this life get better, next level
Want ice inside the bezel
Got a super bet with xan, and she hot just like tea kettle
My mind is on the min and some months I keep on schedule
The rims gon' keep on spinning when I stop, I bling that special
Keep first n***a at the finish, I came in the game with medals
Gotta push it to the limit, and brought that check, we getting settled
Yeah, I'm already rock that