text: Im floating, Im floating, Im floating, Im floating
  From the ground
  Im floating, Im floating, Im floating, Im floating
  From the ground
  We lost in the world whos feeling safe
  Its parked outside been in the case
  We walk outside feel like a mason
  Another preacher at the altar to tell you to have a taste
  White wine, go ahead and sip your race
  And walk in the closet and feel amazed
  Aint no retire, fall out of line and we get to pace
  And we gonna simply reside and fill up the space
  Took the Travis may leave you around and place it
  Thats a classic, no other way to have it
  Remember me and my brother slept on that mattress
  Now look how many bitches piled up on that mattress
  Im feeling too proud, cause all my niggas aroused
  I got them people right now for them to fill it
  It was cool for a second, but now might take a minute
  Cause now Im in the building, god damn, Im about to kill it
  Im floating, Im floating, Im floating, Im floating
  From the ground
  Im floating, Im floating, Im floating, Im floating
  From the ground
  Welcome to America, home to the gutter, nigga
  Where every nigga wanna be another nigga
  Either your brother or your cousin is the drug dealer
  If you make it out the hood, haters wanna grudge with you
  As I wander these streets up under me
  Its a concrete jungle economy
  Who runs the world? Ego, money, greed
  Well, I have my weed and my money green
  Who ever said that we wasn’t money trees?
  Anyway fuck it, I’mma get high anyway
  Gone before my niggas say
  Lock up in them prison gates
  Life’s a bitch then you die
  If you can do you any day
  Im floating, Im floating, Im floating, Im floating
  From the ground
  Im floating, Im floating, Im floating, Im floating
  From the ground
  3-57 apparo the shit I wearo be Balenciaga
  Prada, Margiela or something hotter
  Double barrel your medulla oblongata send you to Allah
  A million dollars on my wardrobe, Damier on my collars
  Nothing short of an assassin, garments I sit my ass in
  Kill niggas dead on the scene, no casket
  Basking in my glory on the 37th story of a highrise
  Ten hoes, nice thighs, mai tais
  Serving umbrellas, but I knew the perfect fellow
  So impressive, she would straddle this berretta if I let her
  Have a blast of a lifetime, ass of a lifetime
  Swear this dick I give her itll last her a lifetime
  A nice nine selling hard rock in the pipeline
  Put in their life and now they love a nigga longtime
  Wednesday three freaks, Thursday four hoes
  Five on Friday, yesterday six chicks
  Today is the sabbath I got seven going at it
  On a mattress doing shit you cant imagine, Im laughing
  True story, real talk, thats classic
  Im floating, Im floating, Im floating, Im floating
  From the ground
  Im floating, Im floating, Im floating, Im floating
  From the ground