[Intro: X.O. CASH]
Yeah
X

[Hook: X.O. CASH]
Used to workin for that AP
Cause I’m way too advanced
Cause I’m way too advanced
No looking back, glance
Giving off shades of gray steam
Cause I’m way too advanced
Cause I’m way too advanced
You couldn't match with my stance

[Verse 1: X.O. CASH]
Look in the mirror, say who is that man?
Look in the mirror and I see the boy that turned into the man
And he’s way too advanced
Ducking and shifting and switching the plan
Maintain his lane, never leaving his trance
Stuck on a misson and keeping his vision
Avoiding the bitches and workin for land, yeah
Remember land used to mean something
Remember rappers used to mean something
And he's cooking like he'll feed something
On the honor roll like he'll preach somethin
Never losing game, cause he'll keep running
Campaign falls, like the leaves autumn
And the winter comes like its all or nothing
Yeah, I gotta get where I go
I cannot wait for the show
Thats when I pull out a lexus
And hop in the bimmer
My life is an nonending road
And my foot on the gas cause the green means go
I only take L's just to blow smoke
Tires burnin rubber at your door
Leave ‘em standin, starin at the road
Wonderin where they lifes will go
I’m laughin on my way to the top
It’s funny how they think that I’d stop
But I’m moving on
Thinking how the fuck I’m gonna drop
The only thing I need is number one
[Hook: X.O. CASH]
Used to workin for that AP
Cause I’m way too advanced
Cause I’m way too advanced
No looking back, glance
Giving off shades of gray steam
Cause I’m way too advanced
Cause I’m way too advanced
You couldn't match with my stance

[Verse 2: Coca Vango]
Chillistan
Diamonds on me, water, bitch I do not need no flare
Rolex on me dripping, bitch, you call me dirty band
Louis V. my duffel, bitch, it cost your mortgage, man
I be popping rubber bands, woah
Hop in the wraith
Hop in the motherfucking wraith
I beat the motherfucking case
I put the racks in the safe
They call me Cola, like I be with the Coke, right?
40 with the bimmer, turn a n***a into toast, right?
Gucci my foreign mitts, that’s a fire, bitch
Hold up, little bitch you talk to much
Take that bar, bitch
You see that new peak on me, 80, I got 80 racks
80 racks in my backpack, bitch, I’m heavy racks
Extravagant, everything I do fucking extravagant
Having it, bitch you know I’m motherfucking having it
Keep that strap on me, I keep that wood just like a cabinet
N***a want to play, I get his bitch and then I’m slapping it
It’s Coke
[Hook: X.O. CASH]
Used to workin for that AP
Cause I’m way too advanced
Cause I’m way too advanced
No looking back, glance
Giving off shades of gray steam
Cause I’m way too advanced
Cause I’m way too advanced
You couldn't match with my stance