[Verse 1 – Scotty ATL]
n***a tryna put a couple K in my grill piece and just smile on em
Father told me don’t follow these n***as trends man, switch the style on em
Too real for this rap sh**, these industry n***as wild homie
Keep the blood then tryna eat, stress situations just pile on me
f** em all, let me share som’n, got a fam to feed, can’t play with it
Lot of n***as came in popping, they fell off, but I stayed with it
Gave a n***a real lemon man, I swear I made lemonade with it
n***a thought I was running out, had the stupid [?] campaign with it
[Prehook]
Balling off and on
n***as tired of that, n***as tryna be balling every day
Weed and lots to drink
Crazy stupid high
Let the money float like a river do
Probably to the sky, smoke into the sky
[Hook][x2]
I go up, I go up
But I ain’t playing with it, I do my thing with it
I go up, I go up
Take me high in the sky, let the problems float away
[Verse 2]
Boo told me I was talking last night in my sleep bout the payback
All I remember, had a drop top Impala and a Maybach
Wheels cost bout a fortune man, I'm the black version, Pat Sajak
Smoking good at the Outkast concert, n***as bring the A back
Shawty thick like [?], rolling blunts like the rastas
Took her back to mi casa, real n***a my roster
Non-believers do your research, run the game till my feet hurt
RIP to my lost ones, on my heart and my t-shirt
[Prehook + Hook[x2]]