Uh
My mission is to get my Mom a crib and get this sh** in gear
NUVEAUX, we the sh** and I promise this gone be our year
Yeah, yeah
Uh, kemosabe...
We bought them zig-zags and we rollin them up
A couple of bottles, a couple of cups
All of these b**hes be Wile E. as f**
Throw on that Stalley and puff on this blunt
They gone off that molly, I'm gone off of life
Nothing is wrong when intentions are right
I wrote you some songs and I hope that you like
I outlived the moon past several midnights
Young, n***as tryna get it
Young-young, n***as tryna get it
Young-young, n***as tryna get it
Young-young, Bogie in this b**h...
Feel God-like, not God though, or God-body
I'm a mere mortal, feel near orbit, not sci-fi
But a metaphor
That's NUVEAUX's steeze
New Americana...