[Verse] I'm going in after hitting this ganja Out to dinner with the homies, private table at Nakama I'm a new millennium Sinatra Copping marijuana from the neighborhood Rastas Chiefing, feasting, king of the new school I'm speaking in tongues, try translating voodoo Hold up, let me start again Undefeated shirt, Levis and a Mr. Rogers cardigan It's a hell of a feeling, being this fresh Spit seem to sit upon my lips, call it Blistex Peddling this medical, the presence of a general Magazine centerfolds, they all up on my genitals Got the game in the palm of my hands Attention, wilding out better talk to your man He b**hing cause I ain't got a lot time for these weirdos Talking sh** all up in my ear lobes I just live life, trying to do it right Everyone that hear me say "The boy is super nice" Put a b**h up on a flight, she gon' be here by tonight Get some afternoon delight, only eat it if it's ripe Call me Stanley Steemer, I'll be giving her the pipe And when I'm out of town she wanna see me so we Skype She might get obsessed and keep calling 30,000 feet, Tom Petty, free falling Just laying back, letting gravity take it's course I wanna tell all of my haters that we made it boy From basement studios to some official sh** From stressed out all the time to I don't give a sh** Used to dream about it, boy now I'm living it 412 is the Most Dope syndicate Had a normal life but now I'm sick of it Try and spend money just to spend and it's ridiculous Young and so mischievous [Hook] (x2) La la la la la la la La la La la la La la La laaaaaaaaa La laaaaaaaaa