Uh, you smoke it, then pass it, my nigga I'll hit it
We stuffin' them cones, them dutches, no swishas
In 2009, I had plans to get richer
Then I hopped on the road and got bread with my niggas
Two shit, 100, that's word to my brothas
Been down since day one, word to my mother
Young Og, that's word to my city
Yeah, uh

Oh my God, I see you clearly now
In my dreams, you're here with me somehow

Look, my mama just called and she told me I made it
We bookin' them flights, the gang out in Vegas
She tell me be careful, make sure that I save it
Work on the daily, suggest that you pay me
My closet got Bape, so I stay rockin' Bape
Celebrate everyday, take blunts to the face
Still on the West, but I got me a place
And I got it from rappin' and I'm on my way
Might seem like it's nothin', but we came from nothin'
Pockets on E, influenced by stuntin'
Phone might be off, couldn't pay every month
Now we stuffin' 2 grams in all of our blunts
How a nigga goin' tell me that we don't be winnin'
When I'm livin' my dreams wit' all of my niggas
Breakin' down weed and countin' these figures

You already know what it is, nigga
You see what the fuck we doin' man
Really gettin' high and shit
Really out here gettin' that fuckin' money
Niggas ain't got Ms yet, but I'm just sayin'
They on the way
Niggas eat erry'day too, celebrate err'day
Swag