Way Too Fast

(This shit Mighty Prynce, boy) In my dreams, I move way too fast Murcielago, or a Gallardo, I'm going far away In my dreams, I move way too fast Murcielago, or a Gallardo, I'm going far away In my dreams, I move way too fast Murcielago, or a Gallardo, I'm going far away In my dreams, I move way too fast Murcielago, or a Gallardo, I'm going far away Back then we on slave ships (way back) Nowadays we own spaceships (no more) Doubters trippin' on laces (yeah-yeah) Down shift then I race bitch Shit gorgeous it drop dead (yeah) Enjoy the wind in a drophead (yeah) Blows the wind through my loc dreads (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Crazy wheels is my top debt Always keeping my farm fed I ain't harvest my crops yet (uh-huh) Its been a minute and I box check I have not slept (no) I need the advantage of speed though (yeah) Straight ahead like a free throw Command C don't delete row (yeah-yeah) There's no defeating this negro (yeah) This the type of shit I know I'm supposed to leave alone But it represents the triumph of my people though (that's right) When I stunt it's 'cause my other brothers need to know (yeah-yeah-yeah) They can do anything 'cause shit I'm still in preview mode In my dreams, I move way too fast Murcielago, or a Gallardo, I'm going far away In my dreams, I move way too fast Murcielago, or a Gallardo, I'm going far away In my dreams, I move way too fast Murcielago, or a Gallardo, I'm going far away In my dreams, I move way too fast Murcielago, or a Gallardo, I'm going far away I need my space, ain't no tape for this They pack us up by the case, ain't no case for this But just in case, we need paper on paper 'Cause when you want paper its never enough That's how you get snow in the bluff Young brothers that still on the cusp And believe in the camera gone pay for they lunch Maybe switch up and might run by the dump And come out with a hammer and Rollie to stunt That's just an example of how ample ambition And paying attention can earn you a pump You know what I'm sayin', find out if you want I'm from the south, and I know how to dump When I be dreamin', I be in that mercy Thank god for the mercy, I need my croissants Jump out the blocks, ain't no option but hunt Ain't no entanglement, gotta be one This the type a shit I'm supposed to leave alone I'm about the triumph of my people though When I stunt its 'cause my other brothers need to know It's drip or drown now, gold and silver crown now In my dreams, I move way too fast Murcielago, or a Gallardo, I'm going far away In my dreams, I move way too fast Murcielago, or a Gallardo, I'm going far away