From the west but I'm heading to the northside That's the top, I need a crib on the shortside I need a backyard full court size From where the jury is the only thing that's courtside Chasing money in the city of crime Cash back so then it's black bags under my eyes Man fuck it I got a dream worth more than my sleep To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats Man fuck these hating ass bitches I'm gone They told me no then I reverse it I'm on, I'm on! I'm on, I'm on, they told me no then I reverse it I'm on Mama had 2 jobs I know that she was working for me Ten years later, I got her working for me Hired the whole family like mobsters Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city Man going around around the world so many times I'm dizzy London or japan, orlando, walt disney Paris, abu-dhabi, california weed twistin' yup! Texas to toronto where they love that nigga drizzy All the way to detroit, the whole city fucking with me Heading to the money, whole city coming with me And I'mma rep the city 'til the reaper come and get me yup!
[Hook] And this is how life should go Everything I wanted never seem so close Good people, good drinks, good smoke Got me thinking this is how life should go This is how life should go Everything I wanted never seem so close Family all around, all highs no lows Got me thinking this is how life should go
[Verse 2: wale] Sitting back, putting all my issues in a swisher I keep a fuck you with my misses, fuck these other bitches And this ain't biblical but this sermon is spiritual 'Cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few The upper percentile Whipping whatever I, 460ls you I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle Know that it's god working Police got the swine flu and these niggas is raptized Yeah, maybach poetic genius You buying a seven jeans, keep mine in a seven beemer I'm trampolining on niggas and I actually mean it A fly nigga, I keep having the gravity grievous And while these niggas keep hating, they be asking for features That's like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus Riding around without a fuck given Behind them dirty plates like a catcher with a mitten The best in my position, I'm passionate with lyrics And they ain't fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen I'm handsome to these women, I'm envied by these no ones That's no joakim noah, nigga everybody know us And even if you don't drink everybody po' up 'Cause all these hating niggas probably never gon' show up Never hate on no one, your blessing's getting closer Even when I'm open, there's nothing the air colder wassup
Compositores: Cameron Jibril Thomaz (BMI), Dwane M Weir Ii (Key Wane) (BMI), Olubowale Victor Akintimehin (ASCAP), Sean Michael Anderson (ASCAP)Editores: My Last Publishing (ASCAP), Universal Music Corporation (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #29656918 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM