I said it's Rockie checking in
You know I'm going for the win (LP what up)
[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh]
I said what is Rockie doing, ya'll people shouldn't try it
It's only one I like a pirate
And I ain't even tripping 'bout the music people pirate
Cause I know when I drop my sh** everybody gon' buy it
Why? Because they like it, yup, yup, they love it, they admire it
Wish a n***a would so I'd have more to start my fire with
Never trust these hoes, cause they try to put me out
Going on what they a**uming
Don't know what they talking 'bout
But through it all, I still get labeled as the hot sh**
Discussions, I'm the topic, draft, I'll be the top pick
They love the way I rock it, pieces to my quarry
Everybody want me booked, so I guess they feel my story
I be on top shortly, I'm busy making moves
And the only time I fail, is when I fail to lose
And the time and the money is the thing I've been giving
And now, the finer things are what I'm getting so...
[Hook]
This is the life that we living
Good drinks, good weed, good women
I'm on my sh**
And I'm a live my whole life like this [x2]
So get your hand up, get 'em high
Get your drinks up, to the sky
I'm on my sh**
And I'm a live my whole life like this [x2]
[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
What your life like, Man I write like
The drink throw some ice
I only wife her if she right
I tell 'em bite the check and that's for doing what I like
Or is it a dream? Cause it can't be life!
Ain't got a fear of flying, take me where I desire
Real life no lyin', Young Veggies with the limin
My chick fall in love, n***as call me Frankie Lymon
And i'm about to blow up, I'm only taking dimes in
Thinking back to a couple different times when
She ain't give me a chance, but now she all up on me
But I don't care, that's life, I guess I still want it
My whole sh** turned in, and now I'm all up on sh**
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tayyib Ali]
They don't understand, It's visionary man
I'm sticking to the plan, whole world in my hand
Got a dollar and a goal, and I finna make
Big crib, Real estate, 10 to 8
I'm grinding, putting that time in, they vibing
Spit that hot sh**, lyrical problem
I ride with a guy that's top down we styling
It's all gravy when them ladies want to be mine
Same kid know where to go when I rewind, back in time
I'm bad Micheal Jackson, crack with rhymes
Yeah, Philly where I'm living, It's trap or die
Going hard till I'm up in that casket right
So I see you in the afterlife
I, remember when, the bus got started from kid again
And n***as was tripping man
They was like: "Tayyib just dropped!" "Oh really man?"
It's so word to feel it man
I'm meant for the k**ing man
I'm spinning like ceiling fans
[Hook]