You don't work your a** off, to put tints on Accord I need Washington less paint word to get Benjamin Moore Wrong time to be clothes minded, think about all the sh** I got store Can't shun me for 2 hunned dollar kicks. When they spend a billion dollars up on war I think different It's wrong for me to smoke weed but they can paint sniffing My parents try to warn me but you know I can't listen I try to stay straight and narrow but they can see James drifting See where I'm going scream yawk on a yacht Sought after gold chains and good rings but those thing can't make you different Cuz when it's bed time you take then chains off and your a** still remain ignant Isn't it crazy how fast you can lose it In the blink of an eye get your wings in the sky Yet I walk around like I ain't able to dye Last thing I wanna be is labeled a lie Bye to the non believers Bye to the stuck up divas Bye to my no good teachers Bye this is how I'll greet ya Me against the world I got my back against the wall Kick them s**ers on your way up they would love to see you fall Got 5 seconds left you can trust me with then you can trust me with the ball Never worry about a thing cuz you know I'll give it all Want no stress want no Want no debt only gain Want the cash want the fame Pa** that blunt and let my fly up on that nimbus I don't even drink I don't even smoke But life's too short man you'll never ever know 1 foot up in my in my grave 1 foot up out the doe So pa** that cup and let me fly up on this nimbus You don't work your a** off to pay rent your whole life You don't take your tax returns and then spend it on a belt and a pair of nikes Got kids and a baby daddy maybe you should stay home tonight Party too much and you drunk too much you're too old to fight You can't give your childhood up is that what you been holding onto Got to make adult decisions part of of growing up I warned you You can look them in their eyes but they gone still somehow conform you She say james I need some coach but my name is not Phil Jackson Ask and your a** will receive, that rule don't apply to me I won trophies for debating got turned down by Ivy League Could've went to school for law, oh and absolutely free But what I'm penning for me staring at my hand like booker t f** a would've coulda been man I'm just trying to be Call me foolish cause I chose rap over getting a degree Family is supportive but most folks wouldn't agree But now they wanna oversee because they play me overseas No thank you Want no stress want no Want no debt only gain Want the cash want the fame Pa** that blunt and let my fly up on that nimbus I don't even drink I don't even smoke But life's too short man you'll never ever know 1 foot up in my in my grave 1 foot up out the doe So pa** that cup and let me fly up on this nimbus