I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
I put the piece on chain, I did that shit for the haters
Made in the image of greatness, I got that there from my maker
Skipped over the minor leagues and took that shit to the majors
Fuck all that salt they was tossing, Scott got pretty of flavor
I’m on my shine like a chrome grill when the sun’s out like gold spill
That plate on the time machine that sat on some chrome wheels
For all of them busters that’s faking front like they for the cause
Blocking the shots you taking cuz they know you bout to ball out on these hoes
King Tut with the gold stacking all on the low
Christmas system enrobed, big tire hope that you choke
All that pussy that they serving out the pop
Flip them high beams on, hit the gas to the top
I got love for my people, they got love for me
I know my power and my worth and they bullshit free
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
I put that house on the hill just to startle the neighbors
Pull up, subwoofers still quaking
Let it be known that I made it
From the box that they put me in because of my Nubian skin
Now, I roller-skate in cul-de-sacs on twenty twen twens
Oh Lord, there goes the neighborhood
I’m whipping and dipping, the law won’t stop me, but wish they could
But, the tag hood, digi dash good, nothing wrong here
Big Bank, fuck what you think, I belong here on these
Hoes, ain’t nuthin’ stopping me on my mission
Set my team up, raise my wring up if you play our position
Out the park when I swing, it don’t matter who pitching
Reuben Miles under lights, hater this God-given
I can’t wait on the government, got to do it myself
Stack all my chips up, never gon’ slip-up in case my folks need some help
I got love for my people, the got love for me
I know my power and my worth and they bullshit free
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on