Biking (Solo)

Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it Raf movin' slow like a creep Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin' And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't–) When's the last time I asked for some help that I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah? I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can't–) When's the last time I asked for some help that I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah? Nobody I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin' with cash? God gave you what you could handle Gave you what you could handle I got the grip like the handle, and I'm bikin' I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel Hades got the angels TV's got the angles, I'm brakin' Got- Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slo-mo Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo' I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s How can I be burr around L.A. coast? The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast The first wedding that I've been in my twenties Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone Me and my baby can't do on our own I landed a trick, got my impossibles I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose 24 hours like they never close I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson (ooh) I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles) I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod Savage, is bikin', yeah Transition lightning (ascending) Ashes and remnants of ballers Body that's gutted A Bentley that used to be flawless I'm high up, the raindrops keep fallin' Scattered, the showers Don't scaffold the towers I'm up, mom, I promise In class with the honors No cheat like I'm honest And how did I become so accomplished? 'Cause I don't see foes I just see a code, I just see a hole Chinks in your armor Like Pac in the Hummer Like Jigga in the summer Left the house like Obama Hit the road like a runner Hit the road like Road Runner I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bik- I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin' with cash? God gave you what you could handle Gave you what you could handle I got the grip like the handle, and I'm bikin' I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel Hades got the angels TV's got the angles, I'm brakin' Got, got me fucked up Got a million dollar bike Got a million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got a million dollar bike Got a million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike