Yeah, smoke some shit

Like uh will you  be at the lunch table

This that right here, let's go

Yeah

I pull my team on

Now we in the game but I remember days where I had no one to lean on

I learned to hold my own

And singing skies the limit, take 100 dollar bill and make a paper plane

And try to make a name

And when you done giving your all, you give your everything

You got what it takes

I told the world my song

They love it and you can't tell me nuthin' 'cause my whole crew stunting, say wassup

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

So where you go when your life's on the row, of the party to the plane and your name's in the light show

You find your way back home

Away from all the pressure and that women trying to stress you find a new one

You reached a new phase

That got you looking at tomorrow like a new state

And not a new day

To some it may seem wrong

But fuck it, 'cause I'm good weed puffing

And my whole teams stunting say what's up

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Then I hop out of the Benz grab my iPhone

Put some kush in a swisher roll one up

When you live the star life gotta go hard, so you're working all night sleep when the sun comes up

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Okay