Yo
When worst come to worst, my people come first
My people are all that matter til I end up in the hearse
With a suit and bowtie on headed to the heavens
Gettin my fly on lifted like Iron with my bredren
Until then im thinkin of the past tryna see clear
In 1000 years, none of this sh** will be here
We run and skip and leap years
On the moon, zero gravity, boom, like a witches broom
So soon, im cop my people a crib
A second whip, and give the rest to my moms to buy some extra sh**
That she never did, chillin livin benevolent
Her dresses is elegant, bring her places she never been
People tryna bring me down to where the devil is
I'm already hot so I rose to where the pedals is
In the whip pushin pedals kid
I need the whole nation catchin wind like they runnin sprints
So yall ain't gotta be in Tokyo to catch the drift
When worst come to worst my people are comin with
TwentyOne