When you load up a NAV joint, you can probably guess a few of the talking points - copious drug abuse, late night after-parties, mysterious women who are down for anything, and inebriated ennui. His flow won't break any records, but he stands in as a solid representative of club culture, where sleep deprivation is a badge of honor.
Again, Metro Boomin seems to be bringing his A-game, hitting Nav with the perfect compliment to his style. With the whole eighties aesthetic that seems to be surrounding Perfect Timing, it's a promising hint that Nav is coming through with a cohesive, theme-heavy project this time around.
In my old hood moving like I got a vest on me
I'ma keep on winning, you should place your bets on me
I could open up a bakery, baguettes on me
Walking through the mall, I got a cheque on me