[Verse 1] Yo, Like my mission was rap Growing up they said my mission was whack So I departed from the mischievous acts I'm in the state of mind Bustin' over 40s and wine Kickin' sh** that's priceless like Morris Day and the Time 'cuz since '89, I could never stay in the box While these n***as stood straight up and hop straight outta line Elevated to the point that I could reach the clouds Why you b**hes wanna speak to me now? Like you don't know me You don't even know the half or the fourth of it And you don't know the crooked nose of the subordinates Or the ordinates, and b**h you don't know the coordinates Or even the city I was borded in Send a message to that city I'm from Cuz since I hit 21 these n***as is done And when i reach 22 I'm still gonna shine By the time i'm 25 yeah the world is mine [Hook] And I'm Coastin' Yup, I'm Coastin' All night and I'm Coastin' Yup I'm Coastin' [Verse 2] Don't call it a comeback Just call it a grant entrance back For the first time like I'm ATL trippin' ATL slippin', save that red carpet for them vain n***as tryna' Make places for them pictures, chasin' only figures Did he just say that? I go to nine seven like did he just play that? Yes, I'm an a**hole and that's a fact But I kick up more spit than you ba*tard cats You got a mic? n***a, pa** it back I don't f** with lames. I'm in the street like I don't f** with planes Everybody tryna' move in an alternate lane, but at the end of the day they sound the same Well, hell, every man for his own man Well all these years I could never really understand If n***as really tryna' move up in the game Why they still runnin' in place doin' the running man? [Hook] Coastin' Yup, I'm Coastin' Coastin' All night and I'm Coastin' [Verse 3] Sweet dreams to the game f** the money and fame If I'm not ready for the mic (three halves for them five mics,?) Since I put the mic down on that rock sh** They wanna place me with these other n***as wearin' rock smith And that's cool, but you dudes look ignorant Refer to the pages, we not even on the same script Don't compare me to any MC you see on TV, because the way that my motherf**in' clothes fit Call me the tiger I gain the blood in every song But I find it kinda hard to call Memphis home If everybody here wanna be Wayne a three six, then I guess I don't fit within the ozone These n***as lukewarm stop tryna' sound hot I'm not the best, but I'm comin' for the next spot The game ain't ready when I blow on the mic You won't duck dodge LeBron, you'll just screw up the whole dumb cycle [Hook] I'm Coastin' Yup I'm Coastin' Check me out, I'm Coastin All night and I'm Coastin' Coastin'