Every time I touchdown I put eight on the board
While y'all sideline watching tryna play with the score
Look, the weatherman came to report, predicted rain
At the same time she read my mind and felt the pain
The mountain that I climb inspired me to change
Palm beach, I need that all red range
I want my corvette green
Lucky like a lefty I want my seats nestle
The rest of these speculators is speaking outta turn
I never looked at it like y'all was bridges that I burned
Roll me another Grabba I'm bout to let it burn
I used to run home just to listen to the firm
Fucked around and made hope outta jokes
You should gimme' glory for holes that I poked
Sick in the head boy, my mind on go
Legs strong enough to kick down a wall I'm Tong po
California my lung smoke
My tongue broke
I can't speak to none of y'all bro
We ain't on the same boat
I float, y'all don't
It's a new day in the rap game, Shyne Po
Sounds Good Feels Better, yea