[Verse 1] I throw a toast up for that green gra**. I don't mean hash, but I mean cash Talkin' bout the otherside where they breeze past - - in that German import with the easy pa** No tolls. f** change; throw it away All gold - silver's just second place And you living your life at a record pace Always tryna eat dinner off a bigger plate Always rock a big smile when you hit happy hour Mixed emotions from your friends when you buy the next round They love free drinks, but they hate the envy Little do they know that your soul is empty You won't feel right till you cop the Bentley. Cop the best condo; f** the renting On Twitter, holler bout what's trending Blocked the memory of your work at Friendlies [Verse 2] I put it down. You pick it up That's what I hope for. Need some more luck I been ok so far, but I'm stuck Like I copped a new couch, but I got no truck Where's Jay Fels? I got a loveseat - - on Craigslist, and you know it was cheap One headlight, two friendos Know we'll find something better in the end though I got my headphones on, so sh** I'm back on it Thinking bout the future. Used to hate opponents Nowadays I love them; they are homies Give me a hug! I love my new hombres! You talk about us. Even when its mean - - I still appreciate the fact that we are what you're seeing Machiavelli malcolm by any means Spike lee guaranteed to do the right thing [Verse 3] A big f** you to complacent I'm adjacent to what makes sense Top down on our life. We are makeshift f** a 401 K I will make it Not everyone can, but know the new plan Be honest with yourself. Don't go and be mad - - when you ask a question like that, - - and you get the truth back, like "f** my bad" Green gra** is where we all at Your side is fine, and you know you're on that Keep it neat, and cut the high gra** We live 'till we're die, but f** you knew that Condescension's never my path, but I lose it sometimes My drink is my cast. Cover up my scars 'till I pa** - - with the petal to the floor. This drink is my gas