So up that we might float away
Tonight, you better know the pace
We move slow, we move slow
We move slow, and you know, and you know

We're the beasts that come out that night; never really cared if we found the light
Came to the bottom, not a doubt in mind that we'd spark that flame and be out of sight
Like, damn, who knew that we'd grow up to be so cold?
They don't know what it's like behind the door when it's closed; and still, I won't expose
Come and get initiated. You can get a taste of this work
Looking for a quicker way to get lifted, baby, get in and we can do dirt. Word.
Riding. Chilling and we're vibing. Feelin' like the world is ours...
Stars must be in alignment. Creeping, I am.
Tryna' get better peep through my eyelids.
See it all through a new lens. Moving like we flew in,
jet-lagged. Man, the crew must be a damn nuisance. They're so mad at it...
Breathless like an asthmatic. Free World, bitch; no cash addicts
Ya'll can keep chasing stacks; we did that shit back in the day for practice
New World Order. Shit's changing. Get with the program or get shaded
Ain't switch lanes; we just flipped the script and chose this way. Ya'll bitch-made
Fuck a Ben Franklin...
One day, you gon' see our face on the front of that damn paper
Shout out to Drake. You can Thank Me Later.
We are sick in the head how we live, don't forget it. You're tripping for betting that you could keep up.
Ain't itchin' for credit, but this shit was destined for us.
The clique is finessin' and reppin' the C-Town 'til it's dead in the dust
And that isn't happening ever; so, what's the deal?
Show me who's getting it, bruh? It ain't 'bout possessions and bucks
It's petty as fuck. Young bouls need to see who's been in it before them
Still setting the score. Still pulling the strings. Still livin' according to the code
So, get with it, with it
Running the Town and still kicking. Made my own style and it can't be bitten
It's so profound, but I put you to the test. Try to mimic...
Then you can get it how we get it. True.

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