Rolling backwoods is my n***as hobby when we bored
b**hes drop they draws, when they see the face is bigger than Bens
Up on my watch, never throwing rice
Too busy investing into stocks
High Definition view up on my life
That static channel, I ran into it twice
Only if you been in the struggle, you understand
It was my goal to make noise in this world & didn't need any pots or pans
I'm on my wiz sh**, I'm steady going up
The more I work, the more my dollars is going up
So as I'm coming up, I hope these young n***as taking in the knowledge that I'm kicking to ya skull bruh
(Re-Re-Re) Real sh**, pa** another tissue roll
I flush em out, no time for any subliminals
And with the lyrics yo, it's like give & go
I do a show and end my night with a centerfold
High times
Laid back iTunes playing How Fly
Slapping high fives to the thoughts of making it out the hood
Now my gra** is greener, I told Brooklyn that I'm good
Nobody understands what's it like to count a G
Unless you flipped a couple packs of the tree
Instead my n***as blowing leaves, never had to sell
Got a lot of connects to get a breeze, if we need one
So call me what you want, just never call me broke
A n***a mind always going where the paper go
You know my inkwell's always filled with ink
Well, let me write these lyrics till my hand swells (swells)
Damn, living life tryna dodge a bullet
Too many things can be the gun, but whose gonna pull it
You know I'm wildin tho........
Wake up.....