Aight look ok Aight look Aight, Aight Motherfuckers tryna' dine That's the struggle timeless Everybody on their grind But it don't define us Tell 'em we on fire Let me take you higher We on fire Pissed off No wonder everyone's pissed off Whipping 'till I break my wrist off Empty pockets make my dick soft I don't give no fucks about them Moved away I do not miss ya Smoking my dope in the mountains Tripping and sipping elixirs Wizzle be spinning them scriptures These niggas suck, like they play for the Sixers If you don't know me like that, call me mister Can't believe niggas tried to go against him Now they like, "So sorry for the mixup" ayy I think y'all should need to fixup Driving for greatness my only addiction ayy I think I see the whole picture ayy Turn me up Turn me up Aight look ok Aight look Aight, Aight Motherfuckers tryna' dine That's the struggle timeless Everybody on their grind But it don't define us Tell 'em we on fire Let me take you hire We on fire