(Produced by General Beatz) - August lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Royce] Trips to the coast trips to the coast I'm talking Almafi Find me swerving in the ghost king Louis shots while we let the top drop And I been right here on the mother f**ing clock Shoutout to the crew we're the n***as you should watch Stamping up the port find us out in Cabo Hanging with these models who are addicted to these bottles The way we show boat you would think we won the lotto Worked my way through the ranks and now a n***a holding bank But all I wanna do is just rap and record While I'm just f**ing with these hoes I could never afford Who the f** am I now that smile on her face was the only reason in smiled But it gets better with time and for everything I miss I make it up in these lines And I keep hearing I'm the king I'm just happy they noticed Naked women in the pool like it's not hard enough to focus But what you do in months I do it all in a day Enough vision for the world that's word to Stevie and Ray Cause time means nothing no it's just an idea They're saying I'm the man cause I'm just living no care Parties with puff and jay what the f** am I doing here Testament to the fact that I'm living my realest year f**ing all these hoes supermodels whatever We just fly them to our city to show them who's living better [Hook: Jay Royce] And mother f** a hook never follow rules cause we're the ones who wrote the book Mob deep sh** we're them halfway crooks Fashion week chilling in our tom ford looks And I know you f**ing love it keep you coming back cause I'm everything he wasn't Walk around my town like if own that b**h Show you how we do when we're on that sh** The city been mine before I even got rich [Verse 2: Jay Royce] I'm just giving you my life with the hopes that you can relate Top 5 or top 10 that's up to you to debate Sudden moments of blank stares it's crazy when you see the day your idols become peers They're like n***a what you mad for you have everything you've asked for And I don't really know but then again I do It's cause all these old lies are starting to become truth From the bottom to the top who know I'd be living proof Chilling with my n***as and my new side thing When I was fresh prince they said I'd become king Got banks like uncle Phil all black Benz to show you we're living trill Just to make it with your n***as that feeling is so real Cloud it all in the weed smoke... Young n***a on his bespoke... And this the hour of 11 rest in peace John Lennon hope they bury me a legend Raise hell til it's heaven playing poker with these jokers got a hand full of sevens This is they they wanted this is what they asked for Their new found star so it bothers me when Lamar gets to acting like a god So just keep that on the quiet don't have my city start a riot Stories we never tell don't ask how I'm doing just know that I'm living well n***a [Hook: Jay Royce]