Animal - Hustle Gang, Travis Scott, T.I.

I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating

From the ground

I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating

From the ground

We lost in the world who’s feeling safe

It’s parked outside been in the case

We walk outside feel like a mason

Another preacher at the altar to tell you to have a taste

White wine, go ahead and sip your race

And walk in the closet and feel amazed

Ain’t no retire, fall out of line and we get to pace

And we gonna simply reside and fill up the space

Took the Travis may leave you around and place it

That’s a classic, no other way to have it

Remember me and my brother slept on that mattress

Now look how many bitches piled up on that mattress

I’m feeling too proud, cause all my niggas aroused

I got them people right now for them to fill it

It was cool for a second, but now might take a minute

Cause now I’m in the building, god damn, I’m about to kill it

I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating

From the ground

I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating

From the ground

Welcome to America, home to the gutter, nigga

Where every nigga wanna be another nigga

Either your brother or your cousin is the drug dealer

If you make it out the hood, haters wanna grudge with you

As I wander these streets up under me

It’s a concrete jungle economy

Who runs the world?

Ego, money, greed

Well, I have my weed and my money green

Who ever said that we wasn’t money trees?

Anyway fuck it, I’mma get high anyway

Gone before my niggas say

Lock up in them prison gates

Life’s a bitch then you die

If you can do you any day

I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating

From the ground

I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating

From the ground

3−57 apparo the shit I wearo be Balenciaga

Prada, Margiela or something hotter

Double barrel your medulla oblongata send you to Allah

A million dollars on my wardrobe, Damier on my collars

Nothing short of an assassin, garments I sit my ass in

Kill niggas dead on the scene, no casket

Basking in my glory on the 37th story of a highrise

Ten hoes, nice thighs, mai tai’s

Serving umbrellas, but I knew the perfect fellow

So impressive, she would straddle this berretta if I let her

Have a blast of a lifetime, ass of a lifetime

Swear this dick I give her it’ll last her a lifetime

A nice nine selling hard rock in the pipeline

Put in their life and now they love a nigga longtime

Wednesday three freaks, Thursday four hoes

Five on Friday, yesterday six chicks

Today is the sabbath I got seven going at it

On a mattress doing shit you can’t imagine, I’m laughing

True story, real talk, that’s classic

I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating

From the ground

I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating

From the ground