Whoa, whoa whoa, mm-mm
Mm-mm
Whoa, whoa whoa, yeah
Yeah
My road is steep
From the bottom to the peak
I'm not stopping 'til it's beaming
Pyroclastic flow so clean
I came straight out the west side
And I never been to the suburbs, I'm a low class yout
Ramen noodles with the white rice, chill beans, my food
With BBQs and reunions with the fam, soul food
Grateful for the good times
That I had and still have with my mom and dad, stacking up Qs
With the bros too, we gon' be the next big thing on the news
From the AVNUE to the MVNN, we can't lose
Just look on the television
You can see my movements spread the streets
Faster than cell division
School these niggas' perspective
Teach a lesson, no Yale edition
I got reckless endeavors, I put that shit on repeat
I got a long way to go cause
My road is steep
From the bottom to the peak
I'm not stopping 'til it's beaming
Pyroclastic flow so clean
I came straight out the west side
And I'm so pretentious, self-sufficient
I'm the realest round
I walk on ceilings, I spent too much time
Sinking down in the ground
I'm not six feet, but I stand six feet
10 toes on the ground
Beaming, like electric lights in evening
Pleasing, mm-mm
To see where we can go and how far this time
We don't take no breaks, working every day
I got a long road ahead, I'm inclined
To see what's all at stake
How far I can get
I came straight out the west side
And I never been to the suburbs, I'm a low class yout
Ramen noodles with the white rice, chill beans, my food
With BBQs and reunions with the fam, soul food
Grateful for the good times
Good times, with all of mine
Good times
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English
Whoa, whoa whoa, mm-mm
Mm-mm
Whoa, whoa whoa, yeah
Yeah
My road is steep
From the bottom to the peak
I'm not stopping 'til it's beaming
Pyroclastic flow so clean
I came straight out the west side
And I never been to the suburbs, I'm a low class yout
Ramen noodles with the white rice, chill beans, my food
With BBQs and reunions with the fam, soul food
Grateful for the good times
That I had and still have with my mom and dad, stacking up Qs
With the bros too, we gon' be the next big thing on the news
From the AVNUE to the MVNN, we can't lose
Just look on the television
You can see my movements spread the streets
Faster than cell division
School these niggas' perspective
Teach a lesson, no Yale edition
I got reckless endeavors, I put that shit on repeat
I got a long way to go cause
My road is steep
From the bottom to the peak
I'm not stopping 'til it's beaming
Pyroclastic flow so clean
I came straight out the west side
And I'm so pretentious, self-sufficient
I'm the realest round
I walk on ceilings, I spent too much time
Sinking down in the ground
I'm not six feet, but I stand six feet
10 toes on the ground
Beaming, like electric lights in evening
Pleasing, mm-mm
To see where we can go and how far this time
We don't take no breaks, working every day
I got a long road ahead, I'm inclined
To see what's all at stake
How far I can get
I came straight out the west side
And I never been to the suburbs, I'm a low class yout
Ramen noodles with the white rice, chill beans, my food
With BBQs and reunions with the fam, soul food
Grateful for the good times
Good times, with all of mine
Good times
Mm-mm
Whoa, whoa whoa, yeah
Yeah
My road is steep
From the bottom to the peak
I'm not stopping 'til it's beaming
Pyroclastic flow so clean
I came straight out the west side
And I never been to the suburbs, I'm a low class yout
Ramen noodles with the white rice, chill beans, my food
With BBQs and reunions with the fam, soul food
Grateful for the good times
That I had and still have with my mom and dad, stacking up Qs
With the bros too, we gon' be the next big thing on the news
From the AVNUE to the MVNN, we can't lose
Just look on the television
You can see my movements spread the streets
Faster than cell division
School these niggas' perspective
Teach a lesson, no Yale edition
I got reckless endeavors, I put that shit on repeat
I got a long way to go cause
My road is steep
From the bottom to the peak
I'm not stopping 'til it's beaming
Pyroclastic flow so clean
I came straight out the west side
And I'm so pretentious, self-sufficient
I'm the realest round
I walk on ceilings, I spent too much time
Sinking down in the ground
I'm not six feet, but I stand six feet
10 toes on the ground
Beaming, like electric lights in evening
Pleasing, mm-mm
To see where we can go and how far this time
We don't take no breaks, working every day
I got a long road ahead, I'm inclined
To see what's all at stake
How far I can get
I came straight out the west side
And I never been to the suburbs, I'm a low class yout
Ramen noodles with the white rice, chill beans, my food
With BBQs and reunions with the fam, soul food
Grateful for the good times
Good times, with all of mine
Good times
Writer: Sean Moore
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