Lyrics:
Pharrell's diamond-studded gold
Chain that sit's fat
As a tow rope at the edge
Of the mixing board ocean, dressed in
A gray Supreme hoodie, jeans
And black
Yeh yeh yeh whoa
Top down in the city
Couple day ones rolling with me
See me in traffic getting busy
I walk by faith like its no biggie
Street smart
board, a bench, a wrench, a ore winch, an attention who-
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the chain
Like an independent store, something's wrong
an astringent stored
Ironing board, a bench, a wrench, a ore winch, an attention whore
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain
Like
I'll tell my mom "the traffic's bad"
I know being punctual is a virtue,
But for you I'd break curfew
It was pouring on the other side of town
So I had
the start nigga
I see all the leeches I ain’t tweaking cause my heart bigger
Playing disrespect about my name no it ain’t smart nigga
See you up in traffic
Dukes with the hazards on
At a traffic stop gettin' harassed, sign an autograph
For this asshole cop's daughter, laugh 'cause I called her a brat on it
have
Left but char and ash?
I'm glad they only took down the sign
And defaced a building and they
Not killing human beings like that policeman
Did i'm
packed up their bags and eloped
In a suit on the seventh floor
Satan preaches to the board
Keeping the profits/prophets lining up
It's always useful
drift to the belly of a ship,
Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it
And saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of light,
He saw
overdressed; sign an offer looking awkward
Road runnin' from Tallahassee to east Hartford
Beat traffic strut past a beat walker
I know trappers in Jersey from
Putting out red light like I’m the traffic sign you know that really means stop
Came from nothing but I got it they can’t even wait for
And flipping the board
Luffy status
I'm flexin on every accord
Coup' de Burst out to sea
Cola moving us forward
Woke up cause
Zoro had snored
That's enough
All week girl you've been blowing up my phone
Can't take another phone call
No can't take these city slickers
Traffic, havoc, button pushers
Sign
Skinny young man
With born again eyes
And a Jesus tattoo on his arm
Leans on the wall
While the traffic goes by
The gas-mart at Fairview
on a bad day
Your favorite rapper never had lle'
Let alone traffic state to state
I Sat in that kitchen and scraped the plate
Cooked dope while auntie sang
I'ma get doe
Spend it all and get more, I need it for the low-low
Road runnin' anything, I did it in a Volvo
I'm a smart motherfucker, but tellin'
the passenger, she rolling up that lavender
Purple cannabis rapture, hit a high like (a Jersey??) in the rafters
You wing a Frazier, some smart players until we
and if you’re a
Fashion designer, you look down upon a
Musician and if you a musician
You sign a deal with a corporation so
You can buy a bigger house
cards foreal
Think about it play it smart foreal
They know I’m hardest still
I’m Mr Zilla wit the Rodd foreal
And fuck what you thought foreal
I be
Invaluable works of art
I'm telling you I got something here
Just sign right here
A big jug of mescaline, an empty Friday night
That sounds like a board
And land ya back on top of Plymouth Rock
The bottom line is dollar sign dollar sign
I gotta shine until I'm outta time, it's by design
Like trench coats from
lathered in absinthe
Gotta talent traffic and ramblings
And handing out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth
Out the back of the wagon
Out the back
There's a sign in the distance
In the Hollywood hills
And it's calling the faithful to come
And you know that they will
See the pied piper
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