grains i aint a farmer but I be picking some grains like the i be ready on goal with my foot on the gas I'm not loosing the force till i cross that Finnish line I'm not backing off promised my chick I'll play ma cards right me and ma amigos in the club bout we shake the room feeling so high like we rocked the woo spending every dime with my amigos but i aint half as rich as the migos baby ur a legend all i wanna be is like u better than most reaching for the stars riding with thugs u aint draging me down banging that hore i be telling them no feeling high with my head up in clouds riding with speed and the City on ma back