[Verse 1: Illijam] I was thinking bout summer night chillin/ Penthouse pad with the mad high ceilings/ Holdup My homies and I livin on the 3rd floor/ 3 flight of stairs had to carry all the furniture/ Where'd I get it? Where you guess? If the idea was Ikea, you're wrong it's Craigslist/ Y'all talking low money, we're talking no money/ In debt Sallie Mae in the red loan money/ Anyway we were tryna make it happen/ Cla** in the AM, PM we were rapping/ I got scars on my arms, I was tryna make cash/ Funding these dreams by giving my plasma/ 9:50, hopping in the mini/ Van, all I have don't laugh just stick with me/ Late night run up the road to Bojangles/ It's so close you know it's so dangerous/ [Hook: Illijam] Feeling like nothing can go wrong tonight/ For the first time in a little while now/ With the summer breeze, 80 degrees/ Feeling good, everybody vibing with me like/ I left my worries when I walked through the door/ I know it'll all work out I've seen it happen before/ [Verse 2: CJ King] I got one stacks, two stacks, three stacks, four/ They talking dineros, I'm talking legos/ But hold up wait a minute that was me just being childish/ No Gambino, tryna be a light amongst the wildest Been a while since I seen a thousand dollar balance/ Why they ga**ing me? I only got a couple gallons/ I'm stalling Sallie Mae, you know I can't afford a stylist/ Shh! If you see her, say my name is Alice/ But I ain't got reason to worry bout it/ Before I even knew about it, my God been heard about it/ So I ain't really worried about your two cents/ If it's a penny for your thoughts then save your thoughts for your rent/ Cuz I'm not really into being another pretender/ On the radio faking, like he a big bread spender/ Dead sinner I was, born winner because/ God came to the earth and paid a price for this love/ [Verse 3: Illijam] (Yoo), let's get it/ Every time I get up on a mic I gotta spit it like: (Yoo) Stop tripping/ Ain't afraid of nothing ever since I started Living like/ Oh yeah, we don't gotta worry/ I know it ain't easy/ But time will tell He can make Heaven out of Hell (Ironic Bombs)/ How you think I'm cooler than the KoolAid Man?/ See me chilling when the poo ate fan/ When the news ain't grand, we can laugh at the noose/ We know if we're hanging with Him ain't a way we can lose/ I got my sights on Paradise yeah/ It's already over we're just running the clock/ Until the night go, and the light grow/ Count it loss at the bottom till we come out on top/