Seasons changing, summer starts to leave
Autumn falls on me, fall, winter, and spring
Eighty degrees, warmin' up for me
I fell deep, sun ain't have to leave
Open my eyes and see
We will float over water, leaning into shore
As we make our nirvana, sacred, so pure
Lift up the child, I know we will

Call me Rod Wave got my paper up
Told them I don’t care hit them with a shrug
All this money in my account can never get stuck
Doing all these drugs lean in a double cup
You know I be P Diddy Rich, But I can nevеr go and slap someone's shit, Got the Raidеrs hat straight outta lids, Look at my bank account, could never be a snitch
Ramps on the block, he look like a rat, Old hats, disgusting vows, shit, youngins wear that, These days you can't stay shit, Or you off the map, can't wait the day I can't stay shit
Got no space or flat, Undercover, look I'm pop pop, Blow up like the candy rock, Still gotta keep a lock, Never on nobody block, Never even robbed a shop
Yes I have a gun shot, Yes I ran from the cops, Never had to shoot no ops

Eighty degrees, warmin' up for me
I fell deep, sun ain't have to leave
Open my eyes and see
We will float over water, leaning into shore
As we make our nirvana, sacred, so pure
Lift up the child, I know we will