Chorus:
We Throwin' parties at my house we Goin' in
Any substance that ya need i know a friend
I Ride the track so clean, a human Benz
My greatest weapon is a microphone and pen
Verse 1:
Say your high as hell then I pack again
Look around and you feel like a camera lens
Ride wit me and then your high will never end
Lost some dabs so in my wallet there's a dent
But then I pa-pa-push it out again
Dispensary ka-ka-kush and don't pretend
Your gra** is a** I heard that you still tryna vend
sh**ty mids done put your business to an end
Rules of life I don't follow I like to bend
f**in' Asian so I gotta find my zen
Hatin' lames makes me put a natural fence
Blow up, then switch up to the offense
Chorus:
We Throwin' parties at my house we Goin' in
Any substance that ya need i know a friend
I Ride the track so clean, a human Benz
My greatest weapon is a microphone and pen
[Walkowski]
Verse 2:
Life never felt so real
Still remember how you feel
I would be rich if I had a nickel
For every minute that you steal
Throw em all down a well
Make a wish as they fell
Even if it I came true I don't think I could tell
Cause I did it all by myself
Never said I couldn't use help
But I said I would and I did it
Found them shoes that I fit in
I'll say it again I ain't trippin
Imma get that paper by the mil in
Good luck finding a fill in
You can't replace what I'm bringin
You can't live the life that I'm living
You can't write the words that I'm spitting
I get lost in a haze tryna find what to say
But it always comes out in spectacular ways
Selling out tickets for flipping a phrase
Still can't believe this could get me real pay
Don't get it twisted I do it for praise
Spent years of my life working minimum wage
While I cleaned up my act now my part being played
I've finally accepted the world is a stage
The question becomes where we goin from here
Ain't taking suggestions I'm out growing fear
I'm gripping the wheel and beginning to steer
My gla**es are off but my vision still clear
I'm dropping the clutch as I throw it in gear
The ba** in the speakers is all you can hear
If I only wrote one it'd be verse of the year
I'm winning the race and the finish is near
Verse 3:
Smokin' on the pack and it's the same one that I trap
I'm the realist with the deals and I only f** with gas
If smokin' on that trash then please don't ever pa**
I reel in this cash i live better than that
Preroll and preoll roll up to your place
Don't ask for hit if you don't know the name
Yeah, if you don't know the name