[Hook]:
All day, we dream of the life
Hopping on planes, rock a stage all night
We got to stay high, so the weed we light
Blow the la in the sky, one more time, uh
All day, we dream of the life
Hopping on planes, rock a stage all night
We got to stay high so the weed we light
Blow the la in the sky, hands high now
[Verse 1]:
My life good, barely ever get no bad news
Just smoke blunts with my boys in the bathroom
Of my dorm--I went from sitting on the porch
To opening for Big Sean, homie it's on!
There's no going back, so I got my flow exact
So precise, I ignite every time I'm on the mic
Every night that I write, I'm thinking back upon my life
Memories got me tight like a blunt that won't light
80 proof got me loose, I'm just doing what I do
Now I go to school up in NYU
And ohhh (laughs) you know we celebrating
My dad stressing that I got to get my education
But dad I ain't waiting, I want them bright lights
Wanna rock them white Nikes living in the night life
Get my girl nice ice, and throw my boys paper
Then wave to all the haters while I'm in my aviators like, "what?!"
[Hook]
[Verse 2]:
I seen hard times, so the grind--I'm on mine
Used to rob part time, I was slinging all dimes
Now I'm hard to find, in the booth all the time
Writing rhymes cause my crime wasn't organized
Used to chill at my moms, and kick it with Ricky
I told him I would blow up, and he was coming with me
Now we on the top floor looking at the city
I'm looking at my girl, and damn she look pretty
I'm glad she stuck with me, she was giving love
Back when we were living tough, and I didn't have enough
To get up on the bus, but now we live it up
Every article that's written, she go and pin it up
But I ain't get enough, dog I wanna get it all
Bring gifts down to Bristol like the skinny Mr. Claus
I'm looking forward to the chance to look back
God gave me half a chance, and look, I took that (hah!)
[Hook]
[Bridge]:
Clap your hands now (clap your hands now)
You are rocking with the man now
Clap your hands now (clap your hands now)
Everybody clap your hands, come on!
[Verse 3]:
My girl looking fly in whatever she slipping on
But I'm a get her triple digit dresses when I'm getting on
Tell my boys tell your tenements "bon voyage"
I'm a take us out the hood, the real Entourage
The non-fiction Vince, Fischer is invincible
Used to feel invisible, I was living miserable
But my father raised a resilient individual
I'm giving you my gift and I'm nowhere near my pinnacle
So we never hit the club, but we live it up
Liquored up--if you spill it then you better lick it up
If he fall pick him up but never let him live it down
There's no way I could've fathomed how I'm living now
Back when I was sitting down living at my girl's house
Distraught, lost, trying to figure this world out
Now fire flies out my mouth, there's no doubt
I'm a blow up and make my whole town so proud...