Got what I need by rollin' weed I'm a bag of bud, you're a bowl of seeds On a plane now lookin' down on clouds Where all the people that doubt me now? Haters come and turn to fans Why some fans hate? Don't understand That when you're high and at the top And come from nothin' you have to plot You have to brag cause they all laugh And you're on stage and livin' large Hope that paints a picture but You still hatin', couldn't give a fuck Positive vibes, on the beach With my girl and we outta reach Haters dead, ain't allowed to speak I made it too where we happened to be? Phew... Thought I was lost for a bit right there Lucky I stuck to this shit goddam Me and my girl got outta there Rollin' up that good shit Mixin' up that good mix Money in the bank I'm good bitch I can see the future it looks sick Pile up that green Notes thick and mean Livin' in a dream Came true cause I'm me Still smokin' weed on a plane counting cash Ain't no time to hate on no one, let me just go get smashed I'm rollin' with my brothers We all come up from nothin' Paradise we laughin' Gold on the neck never tuck it I made it, I made it Sittin here all faded Never be outdated I'm gonna let the fake hate it I'm gonna make you chill cunts It's kinda like a pill does I got the gift, you feel buzzed We smokin' on them real buds I fell asleep on my plane ride Woke up, gotta stay high Then I gotta hit that stage right I'm blinded by the stage lights What a life to live huh? Ups and downs but I need a Bit of space, a breather I don't wanna leave the game either I live for rap, no giving back What I work so hard for picture that Started with nothin' but a broken pen But I made the pen the pen the focus again Through all the shit, all the drugs All the hate, all the love They call us up, better warn the cunts That I'm staying up the top till' I'm bored as fuck Chur... And we out around, every single state the crowd is out I got the gift, it's all the Kers ABK we rose from the dirt Pile up that green Notes thick and mean Livin' in a dream Came true cause I'm me Still smokin' weed on a plane counting cash Ain't no time to hate on no one, let me just go get smashed I'm rollin' with my brothers We all come up from nothin' Paradise we laughin' Gold on the neck never tuck it I made it, I made it Sittin here all faded Never be outdated I'm gonna let the fake hate it