Driving down Irmo, I see all the buildings that's standing reflecting my past

I hop in reverse and I Marty McFly back to cruising and speeding down East Ashley Ave

That Moncler and Virgil discolored the puffer, and fitting brand new and It still got the tag

No money no clout, that sh*t hurt no doubt

But bread of the spins get me back to the bag, Okay

Pushing my buttons with pressure, conflicting my mind, I ain't trip it's whatever

Flow fluid like water, drip matching the sweater

I said I'm not tripping it's really whatever

Yuh okay, said I'm not tripping it's really whatever

Pull up Mikinos, J6 on all levels

I said I'm not tripping it's really whatever