So **** a feeling I’m just ****ed on these things Cause I’ll get high forever if I finally find my wings Whipping in my Altima and then we hitting Wing Stop Scurting in this little piece of shit until this thing stops Never thought that I would make it here my son Legacy is everything and then I’m done Take a bullet ain’t no one I’d do it gladly for If they remember me then **** do I need happy for? I’m running out of patience Don’t think I wanna make it I’m staring deeply in the crowd and see 1000 faces I’m good on hard drugs Already too out of it Time is really money I’ve been feeling like a counterfeit We on a world tour, seeing what the world means 40 on the highway everybody tryna swerve me So hit your pump fake, nobody will fake me out This ain’t a ball game, though they wanna take me out So **** a feeling I’m just ****ed on these things Cause I’ll get high forever if I finally find my wings Whipping in my Altima and then we hitting Wing Stop Scurting in this little piece of shit until this thing stops Never thought that I would make it here my son Legacy is everything and then I’m done Take a bullet ain’t no one I’d do it gladly for If they remember me then **** do I need happy for? I’m going too hard, the audio is clipping They could throw Banana peels, they wanna see me slipping Hope that you forgive I know I should have asked permission Light is a but a shepherd and a sheep can’t find the vision The wheels won’t work The paint mad peeled Begrudgingly admitted that I needed y’all for real It’s getting pretty ****ed up, I want the wrong thing full count Tie game know I gotta swing The breaks might **** up The rims all ****ed up Really aint pretentious but the mirror pretty stuck up Old enough to drink I really Can’t believe this thing works Barely even moving but I guess it could have seemed worse It didn’t seem important I think I needed more A couple lights above the speed I easily ignore It costs a lot to fix and I don’t have a lot to fix it It shouldn’t make it just like me we staying optimistic So **** a feeling I’m just ****ed on these things Cause I’ll get high forever if I finally find my wings Whipping in my Altima and then we hitting Wing Stop Scurting in this little piece of shit until this thing stops Never thought that I would make it here my son Legacy is everything and then I’m done Take a bullet ain’t no one I’d do it gladly for If they remember me then **** do I need happy for?