Yeah

Some old school shit

When uhh you be at the lunch table

This that right here

Uh yeah

I put my team on

Now we in the game

But I remember days when I ain't have no one to lean on

I learned to hold my own

They sayin' the skys the limit

Take a hundred dollar bill and make a paper plane

And try to make a name

And when you're done giving your all

You give your everything

You got what it takes

I told the world my song

They lovin' it

You can't tell me nothin' cause my whole clique's stuntin'

Boy wassup

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

So where you goin' your life's on a road

From 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 tryin' to stress you

Find a new one

You've reached a new phase

They got you lookin' at tomorrow like a new state

And not a new day

To some it may seem wrong

But f**k it cause I'm good weed puffin'

And my whole team stuntin'

Boy wassup

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Then I hop up out the bed

Grab my iPhone

Put some kush in the swisher

Roll one up

When you live the star life

Gotta go hard so you workin' all night

Sleep when the sun come up

Yeah yeah

Ha ha ha

Yeah

Okay