[Verse 1]
I throw a toast up for that green gra**.
I don't mean hash, but I mean cash
Talkin' bout the otherside where they breeze past -
- in that German import with the easy pa**
No tolls. f** change; throw it away
All gold - silver's just second place
And you living your life at a record pace
Always tryna eat dinner off a bigger plate
Always rock a big smile when you hit happy hour
Mixed emotions from your friends when you buy the next round
They love free drinks, but they hate the envy
Little do they know that your soul is empty
You won't feel right till you cop the Bentley.
Cop the best condo; f** the renting
On Twitter, holler bout what's trending
Blocked the memory of your work at Friendlies
[Verse 2]
I put it down. You pick it up
That's what I hope for. Need some more luck
I been ok so far, but I'm stuck
Like I copped a new couch, but I got no truck
Where's Jay Fels? I got a loveseat -
- on Craigslist, and you know it was cheap
One headlight, two friendos
Know we'll find something better in the end though
I got my headphones on, so sh** I'm back on it
Thinking bout the future. Used to hate opponents
Nowadays I love them; they are homies
Give me a hug! I love my new hombres!
You talk about us. Even when its mean -
- I still appreciate the fact that we are what you're seeing
Machiavelli malcolm by any means
Spike lee guaranteed to do the right thing
[Verse 3]
A big f** you to complacent
I'm adjacent to what makes sense
Top down on our life. We are makeshift
f** a 401 K I will make it
Not everyone can, but know the new plan
Be honest with yourself. Don't go and be mad -
- when you ask a question like that, -
- and you get the truth back, like "f** my bad"
Green gra** is where we all at
Your side is fine, and you know you're on that
Keep it neat, and cut the high gra**
We live 'till we're die, but f** you knew that
Condescension's never my path, but I lose it sometimes
My drink is my cast. Cover up my scars 'till I pa** -
- with the petal to the floor. This drink is my gas