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.....