Fly niggas wearing they polo cuts Taking flicks throwing the photos up You can’t see the liquor through the solo cup The red or the blue one, homies got redrum I cry for them and the newborns A dark place in the bright light Watching hidden colors and zeitgeist Yea nigga through the knowledge but I went to street college so I copped it for the right price Twin two is four but if the fifth nigga roll we gonna turn that four dollars into five dollar doing nightlife Now go ahead and rewind that No clothes but you like my design black You can have a watch but you never seen timelapse I’m a gangster rapper what you call this a crime rap huh? Good question ain’t it? My mind’s a weapon ain’t it? Shit I’m spitting for the record ain’t it? A minute longer than a second ain’t it? Now go ahead do the countdown Tell me who you count on You can count money but you can count love how you write the amount down Fuck it just let be bounce now Lighting the plane nigga I’m outbound Ghost, I’m out