[Verse 1: Young Fla$h]
Wake up I'm blowing a o hop in my whip now it's back to cold
Self made on my own that's all that I know
Ambition got me thinking differently
Honestly who is the enemy
Wake up from vivid descriptive dreams
Hop on my Mac and I cook with the team
Grandma said go to collage I'm getting the green
I gotta stack Gwolla that's by any means
Trap through the streets back to the beach I'm shooting a scene
Blowing more trees than a wildfire
Only logic pro no Limewire
Pouring up sipping the best got killas from east to the west
Met the plug in LA now Im back on the 8
Mind over matter that's all that it takes
People say they gone ride then snitch in the case
Say they your day one then lie to yo face
Spark up a blunt we back out on Bradley
Getting these bands then scurt to
The addy
Double cups we stay pouring up relaxing got more motivation
I'm blowing a pound to roll up the days
Sipping my drank now I drip like the rain
The more that they hate the more I get paid
[Verse 3: Young Fla$h]
Food For Thoughts a deadly combination
Bradley Aves classified operations contemplating while the days been changing
My weed burn slow every time I'm blazing
You hating I'm killing this sh*t call me Jason
Jackson body this sh*t lets show em the combo
Nothing but gas throw a brick on the throttle
Trap popping like a party in the middle of the city
Counting these 100s I stay getting lit
Don Jackson and Fla$h we flip with wrist
Nothing but ice see I'm colder than brisk
Back from a show now I'm pouring a 5th
Roll up in the telli she dance on my di*k
MYLES ass n*gga I just took his b*tch
My hands on her hips she love how I flip
Nothing but money she say that I'm crisp
Ooh Im just back in the streets you know what it be back on the beat
[Hook]
I'm blowing a pound to roll up the days
Sipping my drank now I drip like the rain
The more that they hate the more I get paid