Oh, no

I know

All these people tryna fall on me

Not a person that can ball on me

And my sister play guitar

Get whatever one she want, homie

We'll be smoking on cigars, homie

And be sipping on ciroc

When we make it to the top, homie

When we make it to the top

When we make it to the top

When we make it to the top, homie

When we make it to the top

When we make it to the top, yeah

Broke boys in a cadillac

Thinkin' about my work

Thinkin' about my past

I don't know nothing 'bout being lovesick

Lost it on a road trip

I don't have a heart, that shit is stolen

Somebody came to hold it

I swear I keep smokin'

To keep from drownin' in the ocean

Moon machine broken

All these people tryna fall on me

Not a person that can ball on me

And my sister play guitar

Get whatever one she want, homie

We'll be smoking on cigars, homie

And be sipping on ciroc

When we make it to the top, homie

When we make it to the top

When we make it to the top

When we make it to the top, homie

When we make it to the top

When we make it to the top, yeah

Aye, I feel illegitimate, I'm feeling pissed off

With the wrists on, I ain't never heeded any wisdom

This one, ain't a chick's song, or a fist song

This the every day I feel like ballin' like a piston

Ooh, I got it too smooth

But the truth is I only need you

And your forgiveness

And your forgiveness

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh

Ooh-ooh (yeah)

Ooh-ooh (stay)

Ooh-ooh (right now)

All these people tryna fall on me

Not a person that can ball on me

And my sister play guitar

I get whatever one she want, homie

We'll be smoking on cigars, homie

And be sipping on ciroc

When we make it to the top, homie

When we make it to the top

When we make it to the top

When we make it to the top, homie

When we make it to the top

When we make it to the top