Uh, turn, what goes around comes around Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah Goes around comes around What goes, alright, like like Life goes in cycles Everything that comes around goes around 'Fore it goes down, get you some ice Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around So 'fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles Audemars before all of y'alls Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh 12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh Willie in traffic, I'm Philly nice, uh E.T. on the handles, uh Handlebars like a Xanax Shamgod with the and one moves Throw that shit 'round your neck Right quick, broke boys get fixed Right quick, nights invested with these bike flips Uh, that's a full cab and the back flip Uh, sidebar Arm stretch the tee like I nailed it Wrapped it in slow like a creed Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin' And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't) When's the last time I asked for some help that I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah? I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can't) When's the last time I asked for some help that I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah? Nobody I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Prefer like some Gucci sandals Hopin' this guy got an anvil Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin' with cash? God gave you what you can handle Gave you what you can handle I got the grip like the handle And I'm bikin' I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel AD's got the angels TV's got the angles I'm brakin'... God Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo Maybe the four will excitin' us more I'm cold where the temperatures dip below 17 How can I be burr around, are they close? The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broach On my lapelle, at the table, I'm givin' a toast The first wedding that I've been in my twenties Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own Maybe the government got nothin' to do Maybe the feeling just comes in and goes Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone Me and my baby can do on our own I landed a trick on my impossible I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose 24 hours a day, never close I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod Savage, I'm bikin' From coldwater to the shaw Alcoholic, way I handle the bars This a PK PK Ripper Nah you can't fuck with the boy That's my problem Yeah, I got 'em My tire smoke when I stop Okay, nobody fuckin' with me My accolades hang from my neck Pedal, I drown in the heat My sapphire's drowned in my sweat White mags, but I jet, Jackson, I'm savin' the streets I'm Roger Rabbit in the air, I don't care Big Willie Style, yeah, nigga One wheel, one wheel, one wheel, nigga One wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah I rose my rate, brand new brakes Why I name it Slater? Ask my date I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Prefer like some Gucci sandals Hopin' this guy got an anvil Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin' with cash? God gave you what you can handle Gave you what you can handle I got the grip like the handle And I'm bikin' I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel AD's got the angels TV's got the angles I'm brakin'... God Count dollars up Gotta finish down her back Gotta finish down her back Count dollars up Dollars up, up Finish down her back Count dollars up, up Finish down her back Count dollars up Gotta finish down her back Gotta finish down her back Count dollars up Dollars up, up Finish down her back Count dollars up, up Finish down her back I got rockets on the back of my BMX bike And my heart does wheelies when the light hits your pale skin