Jeans with the tuck – rockin' whatever we want
Bags packed up – haulin' whatever we want
Showin' up late – cause it's whatever we want
Steppin' on your turf, takin' whatever we want
We rep that F -A- M, who bring that evening right to the end,
Got some good friends out in Japan, word of mouth that's how we expand,
It's a concrete fact I won't be sleeping on the sidewalk,
Don't buy a lock cuz I'll pop it up and drive off,
Pride of the city, provided with eyes of a hawk,
Let bygones be bygones it happens a lot
Still stayin' stoned like Joss,
Often misconstrued as a student but I'm a boss,
But we're on the rooftop baby, with a boom box baby,
And a couple more drinks'll get the truth out baby,
Time to cool off baby, so we'll pool hop baby,
Then spend an afternoon in the boondocks baby
It's gon happen regardless,
So get on the train, get your sleeping compartments,
Yeah you heard correctly, i'm on the market,
Speaking bout the FAM from India to the Arctic,
Don't get used to what you see them do, it's all a mirage,
I'm still pulling up in a Volkswagen Passat, most imagine a lot,
And they curious about my whereabouts,
I'm living off of these uppers, you smoking on those downers,
It's Carter Reeves, please call me one of the out of towners,
It's limitless and boundless, minimal with the doubters,
I've been around the world at unconventional hours,
It's old school now, so I'm bringing it back,
From LA to Fenway, they facing the facts,
And this pace that we're at, has the greatest effect,
To stay prepping up for whatever is next,
Smoking WuTang weed out on the patio,
Look no further RZA told me roll a fatty doe,
She thinking holy matrimony, she can't fully have me though,
Soon enough you'll be hearing this voice upon the radio