 Yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, It's full ground, may he roll on gold and crown In the Chevy, sitting low, just like it's pocket It's full of world clothes, 57 in the paint shop It's getting straightened out, I'm sliding in my Caprice right now They ate it full with the rag top, I'm sitting on a poach at Graham's house Watching parades roll by whole time, nobody knowing In about a month, this whole way of life would be over Time frozen, no more high-five in your homies With your palms open, you gotta watch who you go home with Watch who you smoke when my son is full grown May he roll on gold and crown It's full ground, may he roll on world clothes You gotta watch who you go home with Watch who you smoke with, being smart Synonymous with germaphobe, big winners, how does it just got? I lost a close, home into the virus And a month ago, I seen a mother shit fucking with us These crooked cops have put your dead body in cuffs That's why I play the cut, tucked in the crib Watching UFC fights without the crowd Noise the shit don't feel May he roll on gold and crown In the Chevy of his own Just like it's Pops did before the world closed When my son is full grown May he roll on gold and crown In the Chevy of his own Just like it's Pops did Yeah, we got NBA games Being played in the Biles field How the fuck did we get here? Everything weird, I'm sure change Gonna take some years, but I hope it all switch Before my son hit the street Trying to shift gears Rolling with his peers Smoking, you know how it is I'm just keeping the trail, yeah Cause if he anything like Pops Full grown of his own Just like it's Pops did Before the world closed When my son is full grown May he roll on gold and crown Just like it's Pops Chevy's on switches, baby we smoking weed in it Eat the E in it Chevy's on switches, baby we smoking weed in it Chevy's on switches, baby we smoking weed in it On shelf, highway different East side, on mine at all times Yeah, like