Текст:
I come to life, I come to life
Yea, I come to life
I come to life when I’m driving, see the city lights
Got me slipping, not too much to start it like
Because the night is night, and I got spots to hit
Bitches deceiving sh*t, so they bout this feverish
Perfect, welcome b*tches up to perfection
I’m destined, please don’t try me son, I’m bad, who tested
All these nobody lames can’t see my flow
You would’ve thought it was legal, all the stour I blow
With a mammy by the side as cute as Gwyneth Paltrow
So I’m all about this money, every day I count mo’
F*ck er face but nigga I’m all I’m baking
F*ck a Twitter follow, I’m paper chasin
And never when you ever see a nigga slow down
Pretty faces everywhere, baby girl it’s going down
Its the fast life, I aint even took my beatin
And while youre out there, just stop cheatin
I come to life in my fast, fast car
Your life can not ever be ours
My Testarossa same color as Mars
Buckle up, you are now riding with a star