Chorus. I know. I know. Some places we can go. Some places we can go. I know. I know. Some places we can go. Some places we can go. Do you wanna ride. With me. Do you wanna ride. With me. Verse One. You know why they call a project a project. Cause it's a project. An experiment we're in it. Only as objects. And the object for us. To explore our prospects. Side step cops. On the way to the top yes. As kids we would daydream. Sitting on our steps. Pointing at cars like. Yeah that's our six. Hustler's profits. Made our eyes stretch. So on some Dr. Spock sh*t. We started our trek. Some of us made it. Most of us digressed. In the name of those. Who ain't made it my progress. Is your success. Please live through me. See I'm the eyes for Emory. Keep 'em alive. Collect call. So every time I press 5. All he wanna hear is. His boy talk fly. Up in the Feds. He still holding his head. Cause when he hits the streets. We gonna eat thru this bread now let's ride. Chorus. I know. I know. Some places we can go. Some places we can go. I know. I know. Some places we can go. Some places we can go. Do you wanna ride. With me. Do you wanna ride. With me. Verse Two. International Hov. I told you so. 40/40's out in Tokyo. Singapore. All this from. Singing songs. Coming up though. We thought slinging raw. Was the end all be all. To being rich didn't we. Little did I know. My mo' potent delivery. Would deliver me Kingpin of the ink pen. Monster of the double entandre. Coke is still my sponsor the cola yeah. Hova still getting it in with soda. Started from the crates. Drinking playing spades. Looking out for older guys. Back in the days. Then we got our turn. The takes on the stage. We was stars at the bar. All day pouring Rosé. Now I can't wait. Till you get your date. I got some temp plates. Outside of the gate we gonna ride. Chorus. I know. Some places we can go. Some places we can go. I know. I know. Some places we can go. Some places we can go. Do you wanna ride. With me. Do you wanna ride. With me. Verse Three. Now me and my lil Momma. Keta and Ty Ty. Juan and Dez. Out in St. Tropez. Jay Brown & Kawanna. Sneaking marijuana. You know that Mary J. Give you no more drama. Plus a couple of friends. This whole sh*t got weird. But when you get home. You know your spot's reserved ya heard. I put my ni**as on. My ni**as put they ni**as on. And now we all somewhere foreign. Chilling sipping something I ain't forget you cousin. Chorus