[ Featuring Jalen Santoy ]
(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
