Young fly a** n***as..
Only one place for n***as like us: at the top
Ill..
It's loyalty, when will you n***as learn?
My cousin died, his ashes got urned
13 old, did what he had to do
He told me it was cool, just make sure he got shoes
Just a little something to have a train of thought
19, he was the reason a n***a had a knot
My early teens all up in the club
Poppin bottles of bub, and I'm good with the plug
I had a life way before my life now
I'm talking 50 joints and a couple pounds
Stashing choppers, that's with 100 rounds
Outfield to home plate: the way the gun em down
I really live it, I let em talk about it
Early morning routine: they got the house around it
Let em say they live it, but it's really me
One thousand: you know I gotta keep a G
[Hook - Wiz Khalifa]
Lot of weed smoke, and a lot of bottles
Homie on the weed smoke get a lot of dollars
Homie that's how we get down..
Started from the bottom now we 1st cla** boarding
n***a be the show be on the flight in the morning
Homie that's how we get down..
It's off of the boat
Let em preach it, I had it
That money and weed, my life in the balance
I'm cool with the owner, eating sea food with his daughter
But before we had dinner, I was up early with joggers
Just a couple of pounds, I burn that in some days
Getting trippy with ratchets like the party I raised
Getting money with n***as who wouldn't f** with you clowns
And for a couple stacks, young'uns be dumping them rounds
f** the price of them bottles cause we do it real
Couple shooters on the building, let em know to k**
From the know you for real
That's your city still
4800, my block cold-hearted you chill
So f** what you think, this sh** paying my bills
I just keep it G, you s**as be faking for real
Faking like you rich, but never had to pitch
Knowing damn well your dad a ho
You son of a b**h!
4800 - woop!
[Hook - Wiz Khalifa]