[Part I]

[Intro]

Yeah

[Chorus]

Jumped in the bag, let's go

I got a stick in the passenger in my car

Skrrt off the block, ballin' hard, we a star

Coupe on the scene, damn, feelin' like a king

Feelin' like a king, feelin' like a king, feelin' like a king, yeah

[Verse]

Ayy, Henny in my cup, got my squad on deck

G-Wagon rollin', hittin' corners, what's next?

Ice on my wrist, Cartier makin' a flex

We elite, realest out, ain't no need to stress

From Sta. Rosa to Cabuyao, makin' moves

Biñan to Calamba, yeah, we got the grooves

San Pedro vibes, hittin' up Market Area

'Gatti in the whip, always raisin' the hysteria

Damn, I'm grindin', never takin' no days off

Success on my mind, while these haters scoff

DM blowin' up, hittin' fans, yeah, we soft

But deep down, this city, feelin' kinda loft'

Ballin' hard like a 'Rari or Porsche ride, yeah

Every step I take, I know my squad got pride

Complicated journey, but I hold it inside

Addict to the hustle, but I'm never gon' slide

Skrrt thru the night, with my fam, no regret

Gotta pay my dues, ain't no time for debts

Damn, I'm grateful, every breath I collect

From Macabling to SM, we command respect

Love for the city, where the dreams come alive

Power in my soul, watch me thrive and survive

Aplaya on the rise, can't nobody deny

From bottom to top, I'm reachin' for the sky

[Chorus]

Yeah, jumped in the bag, let's go

I got a stick in the passenger in my car

Skrrt off the block, ballin' hard, we a star

Coupe on the scene, damn, feelin' like a king

Feelin' like a king, feelin' like a king, feelin' like a king, yeah

[Part II]

[Verse]

I was goin' hard, but I'm goin' harder

I went far, but I'm goin' farther

Flexin' on 'em like a G-Wagon starter

Cabuyao streets, I'm a king, no charters

Henny in my cup, watch the world twist

Peso signs in the DM, can't resist

Rollin' with my squad, y'know we the realest

Skrrt in the Rari, man, we livin' the chillest

Aplaya in the market, makin' moves elite

From Sta. Rosa, can't accept defeat

Ice on my wrist, Cartier glowin' bright

Boi, we takin' flight, lit and feelin' right

Hit the Bentley hard, yeah, I'm feelin' like a boss

Hunnids in my hands, no time for the loss

Porsche parked right next to that 'Gatti

Swag so heavy, man, y'know we gettin' naughty

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir

Yeah

Yeah