On my мама

Stepped out the door, streetlights blink like, "Who's that?" Whole block pause, Guess the city loves a soundtrack. Fresh out the frame, paint still wet on the Fit. Mirror says danger, yeah, The drip's legitimate. Pavement turns to runway every time that I cruise. Pressure never phases diamonds born with nothing to Lose. Backwoods scented like first-class clouds. Hands off the carry-on, customs don't allow. Rumors orbit, but I don't reply. I let 'em stare till envy writes the alibi. On my mama, on my hood, I walk in And bend the mood. Can't nobody spark my wood, wish they could, But they ain't good. Yeah, I'm fly, talking altitude. Lens flare every time I move. On my mama, on my hood, I look fly, I look good. Pocket full of spinach, call it power in a Leaf. Circle small as commas, we distribute every Piece. Shorty bends physics, balance beaming red Bottoms. She don't chase a wave, She just ride the one I'm rocking. Left wrist daylight, right wrist nightfall. Outshine a Rollie till the numbers can't crawl. Mama said, "Son, keep your word like your breath," So every bar's oxygen, inhale what's left. See the flashbulbs bloom when the doors unlatch. Whole room swivels, did the climate just patch? If style's a language, I'm the native tongue. Every step is a verse, every glance is sung. On my mama, on my hood, I walk in And bend the mood. Can't nobody spark my wood, Wish they could, but they ain't good. Yeah, I'm fly, talking altitude. Lens flare every time I move. On my mama, on my hood, I look fly, I look good. On hood, I walk in and bend the mood. Can't nobody spark my wood, wish they could, But they ain't good. Yeah, I'm fly, talking Altitude. Lens flare every time I move. On my mama, on my hood, I look fly, I look good. From the curb to the skyline, I wrote the blueprint. Turn gray streets gold, no lamppost too dim. If you aim for the throne, better polish your Aim. 'Cause I'm seated like royalty on turbulence And flames. Neon veins in the nighttime hush. Heartbeat bass make the universe blush. Steal my shine, you'll need gloves for the sun. Good luck holding fire when the verses are done. Neon veins in the nighttime hush. Heartbeat bass make the universe blush. Steal my shine, you'll need gloves for the sun. Good luck holding fire when the verses are done.