Concord - Fantasy Camp

Ridin' real fast in a race car

I been ridin' round in a race car

Yeah, I’m goin' fast in my race car

I been ridin' round in a blacked out Benz

Ten toes down and it’s no new friends

I swear that I just don’t have the time for it

Smokin' on some grape like a concord

All black on the outside, how I’m feeling

On track, count the money up to the ceiling

Big stacks, I’ve been down bad but I’m healing

Fall back, all that clout that you been stealing

I remember bein' broke last year

Now I’m gettin' money like a cashier

I remember bein' broke last year

We ain’t goin' back, we just got a lotta cash here

I been ridin' round in a blacked out Benz

Ten toes down and it’s no new friends

I swear that I just don’t have the time for it

Smokin' on some grape like a concord

New friends hit my phone up but they phony

Old friends see I blown up and they told me

Never let that money control me

I’m smokin' on the gas when I’m lonely

Old bitch hit my phone up but she schemin'

New bitch saw me glo up, now we beamin'

Now I’m on stage, fans screamin'

I ain’t ever sleep but it feel like I’m dreaming

I been ridin' round in a blacked out Benz

Ten toes down and it’s no new friends

I swear that I just don’t have the time for it

Smokin' on some grape like a concord

I been ridin' round in a blacked out Benz

Ten toes down and it’s no new friends

I swear that I just don’t have the time for it

Smokin' on some grape like a concord