These are the legendary characters. Nay —heroes that you can skrrrt up as in this life-changing game. Two lanes, one heart. I raced along the freeway, weaving between cops and circular saws. With each coin I collect, I am a step closer to the power of the ultimate “LESS GOE”. What happens when you reach the end, you ask? There is no end. I imagine if there is an end, it’s only because you drive into the freaking sun. Keep driving, keep going, never stop making phat stacks and growing in power.
Last night, I was sleeping in the fetal position, frail, weak, and I heard bass-boosted music. It went hard, so naturally I got up and went outside, making the signature DaBaby pose: finger guns to head. I open my eyes, and what to I see? Dababy, in a lambo, staring back at me. He pops open the passenger door, and says with a grin, “Aye bro, less goe. C’mon, get in.” My rhyming is done, screw that crap. That was until DaBaby started to rap. The flow was so good, we started to float, not in a ship, not in a boat. Then we flew into space and colonized the rest of the Milky Way. Less goe.