Yup Da da da da da da Turnin' this all into paper Uh Yeah Been together since we were kids Through thick and thin you made me rich, I couldn't quit It's hard to switch, you put a hunnid fifty on my wrist We took trips, the risk it got me feeling sick It's a crazy rush, I could never make enough You make it hard for me to sleep, why you wake me up? You've been crazy lately, why you getting people killed? Only few respect you, the rest will probably squeal You taught me how to turn a intro to a couple bills Different level deals, damn I miss the homie Phil Every time I take a loss, I start to hate you more Another war, who's keeping score, we winnin' more I love the game, keep the fame, bullet proof the range And dig a hole for the lames, shit will never change And this is for the one and only The dope game, your homie Bern' They got nothin' on me Candy paint range drizzle skittles on my latest I got polish on my Daytons I got lil' mama waiting I pull up to her spot daily on my rounds gettin' my paper Occasionally call her baby though she not my lady Paper crazy? Yeah I been chasin' bags and I spin it fast, then replace them rags Lace it up, all facts, If I ever spat It was a song about stoners who made stacks Put my city on the map Stuck my safe in the wall like thumbtacks Runnin' back, touchdown, homie, where that money at? Range Rover, smokin' doja, bumpin' No Limit Soldiers I miss C-Murder and the homie Mac Locked behind bars, open up my weed jars Rollin' up them fatties while my homies rap See, we wan't born with' it, dat weed was no choice but to go get it That's what make us all go-getters Candy paint, Caddy doors, keep the weed lit Man, you know how we get, we be on that G-shit Sunrise to sundown, we re-up then we re-flip We wasn't 'spose to be shit Now we blowin' Gs (the best to ever do it) Hunnid packs, Maybachs, keep the weed lit Man, you know how we get, we be on that G-shit Sunrise to sundown, we re-up then we re-flip We wasn't 'spose to be shit Now we blowin' Gs (the best to ever do it) Said we just eatin', what we been doin' Off the fat of the land, we sprout the seed sewn Exotic weed blowin', got the trees growin' Acres of the Z goin' Fam, get the pack on the arm, two-hunnid Ps floatin' Machine in motion, been the plug for a couple moments Ups and downs, rollercoastin' but we feel we chosen Deep as oceans but we get it with this jet propulsion Stayin' focused, sit back, relax and roll this Achieve goals, ash roaches Grab vultures by they fuckin' wings and pluck 'em out your airspace Don't ever let your sun get blocked by their shade (no) I said don't ever let your sun get block by their shade I got a full sun field of dreams, all organic (haha) I stuck my neck out a few times, that was the standard (uh huh) Brought the fellas with me, didn't leave 'em abandoned (come on) Now the eagle's landed, all the packs are stamped and branded (skittles) Left 'em standin', powered and we took full advantage (yup) Now the trinkets and accessories all dipped and lavish Different standards of what we accept in general And that's what makes us all Generals (yeah, Generals) For the money we bled, you heard what he said I'm try'na think of somethin' clever that go over your head Cargo, off with the top, came straight off of the block I'm 'bout to put the play together like A.I. with the I'm talkin' profit margin, baby, I got my eyes on the stock I keep a squad full of bosses, we be vibin' a lot I be fly as a plane Baby, I made my own lane, no, we are not one in the same I'm not like these lames Fresh don't gotta sting, but I can't complain I smile through the pain I got two feet in the game I got my hands on the money then I went insane The weight of the world on my shoulder, I'm hopin' I don't get a sprain, yeah Hunnid bands switchin' lanes, while you slidin' with'cha mane Throw some karats on the chain Got some money, stayed the same I ain't in it for the fame I ain't in it for the politicin', never been a Politician, mane But I bad when fuckin' with the vision with the campaign Every since a young nigga switched up his hustle, nothin' been the same Late nights on the grind, I can't even sleep, the money on my brain Candy paint, Caddy doors, keep the weed lit Man, you know how we get, we be on that G-shit Sunrise to sundown, we re-up then we re-flip We wasn't 'spose to be shit Now we blowin' Gs (the best to ever do it) Hunnid packs, Maybachs, keep the weed lit Man, you know how we get, we be on that G-shit Sunrise to sundown, we re-up then we re-flip We wasn't 'spose to be shit Now we blowin' Gs (the best to ever do it)