[Verse 1: 2.1] Word to Outkast I'm crumbling herbs My momma said I need to stop but it's calming my nerves Facing blunts with my bruhs getting high as the birds I imaged having it all since I was a lil kid in the 3rd And i know that it's very possible Still pushing through these setbacks and many obstacles Sure it's hard but I don't let it phase me Probably cuz the headband got my mind a hazy Getting red eyes, with Eyes Low How that Kanye song go? oh tell em drive slow College dropouts tryna graduate to a billion Well connected like wi-fi or Sicilians Team full of good fellas it's like I got mob ties HU got a n***a sippin on muy thias Tyna be featured on the cover of high times Laying down getting blunted just looking at the skyline Warming up getting back to my ways Before I grew my hair out back when I was tryna get waves That East Oakland purp had me rapping for days Had to put them woods down and switched back to the jays And I know that it got my lungs feeling new again Tryna buy a home bigger than grew up in Ya I tend to say that often And won't stop til they pouring henny in my coffin My checks cool but I could use some more zeros Counting stacks and spittin raps with my n***a Billows Me and Kells going back to back on instrumentals And Jennings was the 1st one that put me on rillos Now it's raw papers and bongs rips You can ask Mills, I'm always blowing on that strong sh**