Racks 1st and 3rd verse

Countin up my bands, boy im geekin off the zans

Bitch clap it with no hands, I be ballin in my space jams

I’m up, i gotta couple bands, started with a few grams

You Know it good when she usin no hands

 

Only hustle like im dead broke

Yeah, the only hope I had was selling dope

back when I was broke

the realest shit I ever wrote,

These streets is no joke

Fuck around and you might get smoked

 

My bitch got so much class, double D’s and a fat ass

 

But Our vision never changed, we self driven, self made

Chasin up all this cake im finna wake and bake

I get my paper, all you do is hate

Just wait, gonna have it all, a huge estate with a golden gate

We blowin jars of the dank, and i got the purple drank

So much kush in my lungs just let me levitate

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

We finna make it good at this rate

Ive been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Success is what I work for, and when them dudes hate

Just know I'm self made; and I'm high paid

What the fuck can i say im just smoking Mary Jane

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne