The best place is right here The best place is right here You just, feel safe The best place is right here Right here You just, feel safe You just You just Safe You just Feel Just Just Safe Just Just Just

My bro, my bro, my bro My bro too much sauce Moving faster He want Testarossa We be like Mufasa in savanna How you do it right My bro too much sauce Moving faster He want Testarossa Move around with class Be like Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my god If you bitch enough come say it with your breast Ey, Ah Treasure hunting like we digging up a chest Ey, Ah Turning marathons to hundred meter sprints Ey, Ah Make sure everybody know just who it is I pray to the pope, nation gone a rogue Man think for himself, rest can get the rope I take what I want, throw it at the pole How the circle goes, this is not a joke Say we getting the job done Say we coming out the one Paper boy like we summing up We coming up like Swerving left and right like changing lanes We never gonna be the same We never gonna be the same My bro, my bro, my bro My bro too much sauce Moving faster He want Testarossa We be like Mufasa in savanna How you do it right My bro too much sauce Moving faster He want Testarossa Move around with class Be like Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my god Ey, Ah Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god Ey, Ah Oh my Oh my god Ey, Ah Oh my Ey Oh my Ah God Ey God Ah God Ey God, God Ah Oh my god Apple doesn't fall far from the tree Far is a metaphor overseas where we from Feel we on a see saw With its ups and downs Always up Got the crown Never coming down New friends, new friends New money, new bag Dollar bills in her eyes, She be throwing it back like Reminiscing Never finish Back to bro's crib It's a real ting You be going too fast Stay weary on the dash On your peacock Confidence is a lot to lose fam Falling on your ass Don't go bite the dust It's a must Put the trust in you fam Need a vacation Need a vacation You should know that I got you fam See you been running See you been racing You should just embrace the truth fam Drink spilling up Black skid marks tell your mans go on buckle up Check your youth fam On this asphalt Potholes God knows Ten fingers, ten toes on you fam Need a vacation Need a vacation Don't forget that I got you fam No need for running No need for racing Stop You need to face the truth fam

You done did it again, z Where's your head at You're not using it at all, z The actions you speak of is all in your dreams Through steam seems like you're so esteemed And yet you fail to see through your low self esteem The fog that keeps you in smokey highs Unable to see earth To be earth To be down to earth Because all I see now are blurry shadows in your reflection Reflecting that your reflex in stress Is to block out the past and repeat the present Give Give, give, give Nowadays you give so much That you get nothing in return And now you're the forgotten Thoughts, upon thoughts, upon thoughts Upon thots, upon thots, upon thots You've been thinking too much z You think too much

Thoughts about where I have been Pondering Thoughts about the government Thoughts about when I would drop yeah That was unsettling Thoughts about my vacancies I've been away a bit Thoughts about my thoughts about my Lack of my consistence My thoughts My mumbling Thoughts about my stumbling Thoughts about my no good thoughts My lack of confidence My introvert took away the thought of feeling confident Stopping me from feeling the vibe Trynna be done with it That's why I hopped on the beat The thoughts of Rock rocking out to some vibe we made with a week The thoughts of big bro Jew jamming like he where he supposed to be Yeah with a j not a g Got me thinking if my leave was something its meant to be Thinking is toxic Got me thinking back to when I thought I was conscious Turns out I got too many thoughts My thinking is pompous I think I should think less Til I got no thoughts left Til I got no Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, down, down Am I worthy More deserving À la fin Si j'ai reussi Will it all be for something Feel like I'm moving mountains Imma turn the pressure up Weather here be heating up And I get them eyes now Weariness be creeping up Been like this a while now Still my sights be keeping up Black horizon skies now Black power high ground We not from the same space I been racing different lanes So I never tire, never age On the move, chains two Brand new, see through Dream work, dream crews No sleep, gotta eat Soulfood My life, bittersweet Feel good