You got the cash, well I'm about to come in and embezzle Man I'm on a whole 'nother level I put the bass up in your face And you feeling it treble You jokers corny like kettle My super flow is so Olympic that I need a medal Pop out the bushes like "Hello!" I reach for the top and never settle You say you rock, you a pebble I rock and roll, I'm heavy metal Where are you now Where are you now (I'm whipping it) Sitting back, listening Where are you, Where are you now (Dipping it, butterfly, butterfly) Where are you now Falcon, Falcon, fuck 'em There's cops on the road, fuck 'em There's cops on the road There's cops on the road, fuck 'em There's cops on the road, Falcon I'm on the move Cops on the road, douse 'em I got you all bouncing, Falcon I am not afraid to walk the lonely road I'm so curious of where we go, oh Who really cares, we won't be there When kingdom comes, it all falls down I hope wherever you are You can see all of the stars, constellations I'm impatient, you are beautiful (beautiful) You should know (you should know) Wherever you go, I'ma follow Wherever you go, I'ma follow My heart is so hollow, I'm high as Apollo Seventeen, having problems with all of them models Who gotta red bottoms and bottles We gotta go skrt, hand on the throttle Oh only you, can hold me down What do you think I'm doing when you're not around? I'm just at home by myself Or out with them girls, but we both know that doesn't help me No, no I'm ready to go So much better than before Nigga said I wasn't dope But now my head is on the road Bounce (got me swerving on the road) Bounce (all them cops is on the road) Bounce, Bounce (Cops, Falcon) Back and I'm relaxed in East Atlanta I’m an African-American, a variant to what my city's lacking The world has gone to hell, I just roll up the gas And pass it all around the circle to my day one homies Oh, you actin' like you know me? Remember when I was so lowkey Chill in the cut with a doobie and a cutie Man I gotta live life, I know they gon' judge me (Ohhh) But that's a necessary evil, uh And I was born to sin like people, oh I'm living a lie Trying to do what is right, yeah Go on mama, do your dance Need my money in advance, the Louie V pants I'm never playing bout my bands Kick in your door, "doo doo doo!" with the tool in my hand Raury they don't understand We had to stick it to the man, we bout to hit the road Get the money where I can Let them hate on this event (that's just a piece of the plan) Breaking news There seems to be a high speed police chase, heading northbound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers with falcon winged doors This is interesting stay tuned