text: Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
  Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
  Goes around comes around
  What goes, alright, like like
  Life goes in cycles
  Everything that comes around goes around
  Fore it goes down, get you some ice
  Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
  So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
  Audemars before all of yalls
  Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
  12 oclock, boy, silly nice, huh
  Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
  E.T. on the handles, uh
  Handlebars like a Xanax
  Shammgod with the AND1 moves
  Throw that shit round your neck
  Right quick, broke boys get fixed
  Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
  Uh, thats a full cab and a back flip
  Uh, sidebar
  Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
  Raf movin slow like a creep
  Shirt in the breeze like Im sailin
  And I walk in my sleep, I cant help that 
  When’s the last time I asked for some help that
  I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
  I couldnt get from nobody out there 
  Whens the last time I asked for some help that
  I couldnt get from nobody else, yeah?
  Nobody
  I dont get weak in the knees
  Hundreds spread out like a fan
  Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
  Open the sky, get a handful
  Torso marked up like a vandal
  How you not fuckin’ with cash?
  God gave you what you could handle
  Gave you what you could handle
  I got the grip like the handle
  And Im bikin
  Im bikin with me and my Daniel
  Hades got the angels
  TVs got the angles
  Im brakin… got…
  Bikin, Im bikin, Im bikin slow-mo
  Maybe the four wheel excitin us mo
  Im cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
  How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
  The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch
  On my lapel, at the table, Im givin a toast
  The first wedding that Ive been in my twenties
  Thinkin maybe someone is not somethin to own
  Maybe the government got nothin to do with it
  Thinkin maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
  Think I want me a lil one that look like my clone
  Me and my baby cant do on our own
  I landed a trick, got my impossibles
  Im fuckin with Addy, Im watchin my dose
  24 hours like they never close
  Im bikin, Im bikin, Im bikin these blocks, yeah
  Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
  Im bikin uphill and its burnin my quads 
  Im bikin downhill and it sound like a fishin rod
  Savage, Im bikin, yeah
  From Coldwater to the Shaw
  Alcoholic way I handle the bars
  This a PK, PK Ripper
  Nah, you cant fuck with the boy
  Thats my problem, yeah, I got em
  My tire smokin when I stop
  Okay, nobody fuckin with me
  My accolades hang from my neck
  Pedal, I drown in the heat
  My sapphires drown in my sweat
  White mags, but I jet
  Jackson, Im savin the streets
  Im Roger Rabbit in the air
  I dont care, Big Willie Style, yeah
  Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
  Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
  I rose my rate, brand new brakes
  Why I name it Slater? Ask my date
  I dont get weak in the knees
  Hundreds spread out like a fan
  Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
  Open the sky, get a handful
  Torso marked up like a vandal
  How you not fuckin with cash?
  God gave you what you could handle
  Gave you what you could handle
  I got the grip like the handle
  And Im bikin
  Im bikin with me and my Daniel
  Hades got the angels
  TVs got the angles
  Im brakin
  Got, got me fucked up
  Got a million dollar bike
  Got a million dollar bike
  Got, got me fucked up
  Got me fucked up, up
  Million dollar bike
  Got, got me fucked up, up
  Million dollar bike
  Got, got me fucked up
  Got a million dollar bike
  Got a million dollar bike
  Got, got me fucked up
  Got me fucked up, up
  Million dollar bike
  Got, got me fucked up, up
  Million dollar bike