come down, you might see me Chuck Taylors on feet A new unit from the mile, with my nobody piece On buck-highs when I ride, and slide so gently Lookin' fly like the guy that I was meant to be I put up in a Bentley, just like you think I wouldn't Leather seats with extra cushion, I'm at eaze when I'm pushin' I'm older, I'mma roller, flippin' chiefin' that dolja Hit the gas, fuck the brakes, it ain't a scratch on my rover I buy a sack and then roll up, just to get back in composure I take this rappin' way more then, just makin' cash and exposion Peep the stats on my quarter, I'm up to bat and I'm holdin' My balls, and m my word and I don't crack em' for no one Matter fact I'm the chosen, what, flippin' my tongue Asalakem-Asalum, Chamillionaire.com I'm logged in in a fog benz, playin' with my lap-top Screens drop, trunk pop, destination IHOP So jump down with ya boy, if you feelin' that fluid I stay high and act a fool, because I gots to do it, G'Yeah! -UH.HUH, Yung-Ro, G'Yea-