Float - Minnesota, Zion I

Ya Minnesota

Zion I Crew

Watch me float (float)

Watch me float (float)

In the zone (we float though)

Airfly (we float though)

Zion I (we float though)

Minnesota (we float though)

Balling (we float though)

Empire (we float though)

IMG (we float though)

Shadowboxing (yea)

Hey, I’m ready for whatever

No competitor could ever sever

I’m seven steps already ahead of ya

Zoned out

My speakers is blown out

Minnesota taking over we running the globe out (uh)

Young zo-om I’m cruising the new route

Assuming the position, come sit in my fool couch

I’m chilling I’m in the building and feeling like key

For the people who didn’t believe me racked up off tea

Ya did wrong, ma (chka) ya did wrong

I’m creeping along with bigger beat in the trunk

I’m hitting the seat cause we’re frequencies to they jump

And spiking the punch to make it bom-chicka-bom-bom

Club like fat weight, we that great

Back to the back gate the G.O.A.T.

State grapes

Got me holy, rolling like Spicoli

Cudi don’t you know me?

These bars couldn’t hold me

I’ve got a vision and my living O G cool

With my people with me

Know we gonna shine, that’s the way it’s gonna be

Open up your mind and your third eye see

We can kick it and you already know

I’m building with the family, we about to blow

Know we gonna shine, that’s the way it’s gonna go

Open up your mind let your third eye float

Ey, I’m on it, symphonic shit on the boom

Like a boo to the tonic when I be walking on the moon

So pardon the minor feeling of brood

I’m assuming that me and you that done felt computer blues

Tuning out the techno, letting the blessed blow

Get up out of the crib, surround myself with some fresh folks

Hitting the club, they give me love my best bro

Roll me a dub we put it up that’s big smoke

Ain’t rich and I’ve been broke, it ain’t what I live for

I’m loving my life just spending time with my kin though

Been bumping the bass, we rotate like a rim spoke

City to city to get busy, the pimp pro

Professional testing your chest, level the loco

I’m dropping the four four, as tight as a choke hold

Living like Coco Chenel in my photo

Open down the SoCo, we duckin the po po

We float though

We float though