Ayy, ayy
La-di-da, la-di-da
East side all mine just like every time
Yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)

Yeah
When my son
Is full grown
May he roll
On golden chrome
In a Chevy
Sittin' low
Just like his pops did
Before the world closed

'57 in the paint shop
Getting straightened out
I'm sliding in a Caprice right now
'84 with the ragtop
Sitting on the porch at gram's house
Watching parades roll by
Whole time nobody knowing
In about a month this whole way of life will be over
Time frozen
No more high fiving your homies
With your palms open
You gotta watch who you go home with
Watch who you smoke with

When my son
Is full grown
May he roll
On golden chrome
In a Chevy
Of his own
Just like his pops did
Before the world closed

When my son
Is full grown
May he roll
On golden chrome
In a Chevy
On his own
Like his pops did
Before the world closed

You gotta watch who you smoke with
Who you go home with
Being smart synonymous with germaphobic
With as hot as it just got
I lost a partna to the virus
And a month ago I seen him cruising the block
Like the murders wasn't enough
Some of this shit fuckin' with us
These crooked cops'll put your dead body in cuffs
That's why I play the cut
Tucked in the crib watching UFC fights
Without the crowd noise to fuel it

When my son
Is full grown
May he roll
On golden chrome
In a Chevy
Sittin' low
Like his pops did
Before the world closed

When my son
Is full grown
May he roll
On golden chrome
In a Chevy
Of his own
Like his pops did
Before the world closed

Nba games being played in a biosphere
How the fuck did we get here
Everything weird
I'm sure change gon' take some years
But I hope its all clear before my son hit the streets
Tryna shift gears
Rolling with his peers
Smokin', you know how it is
I'm just keeping it real, dig?
'Cause if he anything like pops
He gon' take it to the top
And I'm gon' watch

When my son
Is full grown
May he roll
On golden chrome
In a Chevy
Sittin' low
Like his pops did
Before the world closed

When my son
Is full grown
May he roll
On golden chrome
In a Chevy
Of his own
Like his pops did

Yeah
Keep the E in it
Chevy's on switches, baby
We smokin' weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
Yeah, we can keep a secret
We can always chill

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Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin