Caleb
And We just wanna ride in the cut
In the Cak, we relax to the music
We just wanna live free, keep an
Open mind, no i'll never ever lose it
Do it how the dream go
Green gra**, blue sky
Clouds of the weed smoke
Rosewood, bout to show em just how we roll
Its C4, BFAM
Streets to the steeple
Verse 1
Caleb
Im from Rosewood where everybody know the deal
Everybody know its real, chillin up in Owens field
Open up my eyes still they ask me what I see for
I'm headed to the finish line, Im rushing, call me Nikko
They say I got alot of soul
This music I just gotta flow
The moment that you realize that nothing is impossible
Its C4 on the track and so you know this sh** has got to blow
The f** up dont get stuck up on the previous f**ing topic
Yo, face a blunt, i'm in my zone
803 and Rock & Roll
Music is the magic, I ain't talkin David Copper
Yo, heard a couple yesses in my life, I've heard alot of no's
Ain't no stop and go, I was just (prrrrnnnnnnn) when the cops arove
Get it how you live, get it? get it how you live and learn
Thats why im not about these "friends" and how they fixing
To turn, why im not surprised about this green and how im fixing to burn
Get in work, life is short
No remorse, hit the purp
Hook
Verse 2
Caleb
Are you a friend or a benefit?
Bliss is only ignorance, just like a f**ing
b**h will go and f** her man's nemesis
Instrumentalist, the murder im supremacist
I'm smoking on that purple and yellow
I call it Benedict
Givers and the takers, movers and the shakers
No I will not stop cause you know life is what you make it
Be careful who you pray with, innocence is tainted
Problem with the patience, struggle with the changes
One day in the clouds, smoking reefer with the angels
Rosewood, Freedom, Music, Tangled
What the f** is danger? who the f**s a stranger?
Nobody is perfect. what the f**s a favor?
South Carolina we got two up in the chamber
Blessed be thy neighbor, save me the remainder
My momma always told me to be on my best behavior
Bring your own blunt you can be your own savior
Hook
Verse 3
Ben G
Squad sh**
Rosewood, Memorial stadium
The f** more could you say to him?
You know i'm fired up, roll the blunt and fire it up
My little brother backstage, swear he got like nine s*uts
Dont you ever slide up, my homie got a nine tucked
All about the love and peace, don't you get your mind f**ed
I'm sippin co*ktails, toasting to a lovely life
You mad at me you hate your job and got an ugly wife
Forever bout the music thats the motto
Showtime, apollo, my b**h fine, she model
I was in Chicago, now in Cali in the grotto
We been hittin bongs, sippin rum out the bottle
On my pirate sh**, who the f** as fly as this?
Salute the kid "C4," let the people ride to this
What the science is? what the math do?
Rosewood, grind cause we have to