(Verse 1)

God, got me lifted
Up in the stars
Gazed and amazed like Bruno Mars
Racing down the highway, in my Honda Accord
Ballin like Kobe, three’s like Ginobli
Step back like Harden, two-three Mike Jordan
Crossover A.I. , Too fly man ain’t I?
The one you wish you were
“International playa”
So hit my line Zendaya
Dinner for two, YOU and I
Sippin’ on mo-sca-to
No need to play the lotto
Just let go and let God
You know that’s my motto

Got good hair, J. Bravo
Ice cold, Gelato
Moon bound, Apollo
God made, no Auto

If you wanna live it, gotta go and get it (hah)