| Don Diablo, Guwop
|
| We survived the thunder
|
| And escaped the hunger
|
| And sometimes I wonder, how we got through
|
| Who knows what they'll ask us
|
| We don't need no answers
|
| 'Cause we stand to serve as living proof
|
| Gucci Mane and Don, catch me ballin' out in London
|
| Tom Brady with the paper, I go Super Bowl Sunday
|
| Usain Bolt, crazy running till the hundreds
|
| I keep my neck and my wrist at least a hundred
|
| Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it
|
| She got comfortable, she called me by my government
|
| Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats
|
| And pull off in a Porsche like a car thief
|
| I'm cocky, beat that pussy up like Rocky
|
| I fly to Amsterdam for the right fee
|
| These dudes ain't nothing like me, they car thieves
|
| I booked her for the night, paid her bar fee
|
| Told her charge it to the gang, black Wall Street
|
| Shark blue coupe with a shark fee
|
| Multi-millionaire, can't get 'em off me
|
| Gucci Mane and Don catch me ballin' out in...
|
| We survived the thunder
|
| And escaped the hunger
|
| And sometimes I wonder, how we got through
|
| Who knows what they'll ask us
|
| We don't need no answers
|
| 'Cause we stand to serve as living proof
|
| You got a fast car, I gotta dream of something
|
| You are a hot wire, I like to push your buttons
|
| We gotta somehow, get out of town
|
| We drove for ages, never looking back once
|
| They wanna cage us, but we prefer our freedom
|
| Call us outrageous, well how about now?
|
| Don Diablo, Guwop
|
| Gucci Mane and Don
|
| Catch me ballin' out in London
|
| Tom Brady with the paper, I go Super Bowl Sunday
|
| Usain Bolt, crazy running till the hundreds
|
| I keep my neck and my wrist at least a hundred
|
| Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it
|
| She got comfortable, she called me by my government
|
| Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats
|
| And pull off in a Porsche like a car thief
|
| Well we here are, living proof
|
| Well we here are, living proof
|
| We survived the thunder
|
| And escaped the hunger
|
| And sometimes I wonder, how we got through
|
| Who knows what they'll ask us
|
| We don't need no answers
|
| 'Cause we stand to serve as living proof |