Rolling backwoods is my **** hobby when we bored

Bitches drop they draws, when they see the face is bigger than Bens

Up on my watch, never throwing rice

Too busy investing into stocks

High Definition view up on my life

That static channel, I ran into it twice

Only if you been in the struggle, you understand

It was my goal to make noise in this world & didn't need any pots or pans

I'm on my wiz shit, I'm steady going up

The more I work, the more my dollars is going up

So as I'm coming up, I hope these young **** taking in the knowledge that I'm kicking to ya skull bruh

(Re-Re-Re) Real shit, pass another tissue roll

I flush em out, no time for any subliminals

And with the lyrics yo, it's like give & go

I do a show and end my night with a centerfold

High times

Laid back iTunes playing How Fly

Slapping high fives to the thoughts of making it out the hood

Now my grass is greener, I told Brooklyn that I'm good

Nobody understands what's it like to count a G

Unless you flipped a couple packs of the tree

Instead my **** blowing leaves, never had to sell

Got a lot of connects to get a breeze, if we need one

So call me what you want, just never call me broke

A **** mind always going where the paper go

You know my inkwell's always filled with ink

Well, let me write these lyrics till my hand swells (swells)

Damn, living life tryna dodge a bullet

Too many things can be the gun, but whose gonna pull it

You know I'm wildin tho........

Wake up.....