Ready Player 001

We gon’ pull up on the strip tonight We gon’ party. We gon’ be alright We gon’ turn it up amongst the city lights If you ready, then come take a flight Can you feel the speed? Won’t you come with me, babe This a hundred miles as I’m flying down the freeway Step inside the mind, you invited to float in orbit You won’t be leave the way you came Start up when we pull up on the strip tonight We gon’ party. We gon’ be alright We gon’ turn it up amongst the city lights, so bright If you ready, then come take a flight, that’s right We gon’ pull up on the strip tonight We gon’ party. We gon’ be alright We gon’ turn it up amongst the city lights, so bright If you ready, then come take a flight, outside And then we sway (ooh, ooh) And then we sway (ooh, ooh) And then we sway (ooh, ooh) And then we sway (ooh, ooh) We gon’ pull up on the strip tonight We gon’ party. We gon’ be alright We gon’ turn it up amongst the city lights, so bright If you ready, then come take a flight, that’s right And if you speaking on my nomen slight I’d advise you think it over twice Five letters, two of them the same J-A-L-A-N, you ‘bout to know the name I walked in to tell you monkey motherfuckers what’s to come Gotta higher chance of showers once you start your day with sun Homie, I’m the weatherman, I got the forecast for the bands Why save it for a rainy day? I may precipitate these funds And make it rain on these bitches. Dope, no cocaine on these bitches. Big Tuck, leave no stain on these bitches. I aiming at witness. Smacking ‘em down. Do my hat got red clouds? I bring pain to these bitches Fiasco the fitness. Push it? Kick it. Maybe I’m Lupe or Luka, relentless A maverick who’s gon’ be top gunner. For now, I log on to these apps and push P like it’s Pinterest Aye, is you amazed? This is my story, my origin engage This is that young adult coming of age Visual limericks litter the page F*ck your favorite rapper, I kick ‘em off stage Their beach ain’t attractive, they ain’t on the wave Bitch I’m in your city and we getting paid (bitch I’m in your city and we getting paid) It’s a death match, it’s a track meet. Can’t run from it, it’s an athlete It’s a hellcat with no backseat, but a jail cell to combat beasts F*ck a blackstreet, singing from the pavement Step inside the mind, not a new vacation Welcome player one, it’s a simulation If you ain’t ready, you eliminated Better watch out!