You got the cash, well I'm bout to come and embezzle Man I'm on a whole nother level I put the bass up in your face and you feelin' in trouble You joke is corny like kettle My super flow is so Olympic that I need a medal Pop out the bushes like hello I reach for the top, never settle You say you rock, you a pebble I rock and roll, I'm heavy metal Where are you now? Where are you now? I'm whippin' it Sittin' back Listenin', where are you? Where are you now? I'm whippin' it Butterfly, butterfly, where are you now? Falcon, falcon, falcon Cops on the road, falcon There's cops on the road There's cops on the road, falcon There's cops on the road, falcon I'm on the move, cops on the road, dousin' I got you all bousin' Falcon I am not afraid to walk the lonely road I'm so curious of where it goes Who really cares? We won't be there When kingdom comes It all falls down I hope wherever you are You can see all of the stars Constellations, I'm impatient, you are beautiful Beautiful, you should know, you should know Wherever you go, I'ma follow Wherever you go, I'ma follow My heart is Apollo I'm high as Apollo Seventeen hella parlours with all L.A. models Who got the red bottles and bottles? We got a gold skirt and on the floor Only you could hold me down What do you think that I'm doin' when you're not around? I'm just at home by myself Or out with them girls, but we both know that doesn't help me No, no, I'm ready to go So much better than before Niggas said I wasn't dope But now my head is on a roll Got me swervin' off the roll All them coppers on the roll Backin', I'm relaxin' East Atlanta I'm an African-American A variant of what my city's like And the world is goin' to hell I just roll up the gas And pass it all around I circle to my dead one homies Oh, y'all can like it on me Remember when I was so low-key Chill in the cut with a doobie and a cutie Man, I gotta live life, I know they gon' touch me But that's necessary evil And I was born to sing like people I'm livin' the life, tryna do what I drive Go on, momma, do your dance Need my money in advance The Louis V pants, I'm never playin' by my bands Kick in your door, doo-doo-doo With the tool in my hand Boy, they don't understand We had to stick it to the man We about to hit the road Get the money while I can Let them hate on this event That's just a piece of the plan