We drink out the bottle and smoke 'til we panic I'm glad to be alive, I'll never take that for granted I'm high out my mind with my hand on my cannon I'm glad to be alive, I'll never take that for granted Six A.M., smoked out, eyes slanted How they money problems mine? I'll never understand it Can walk around lost and show up empty handed I'm glad to be alive, I'll never take that for granted L-I-F-E, I'm flyin' on a jet ski and workin' on my legacy while all the rest sleep There's money on my melon, I'm a legend, let the dead speak We lost Big Smoke and dead a man in the same week Medellín and Patrón, ten deep Lightin' candles, tippin' bottles, I can't think I'm tryna smile but the bad news pile up My mind racin', told baby I ain't tryna fuck The finer things are nice but it don't feel right Don't have my brothers with my, we just talked last night We need to celebrate more, if we're here, we're blessed Twenty five million all from the finesse He's his own worst enemy, he's scared of success I've been happier with less, we don't smile for checks But I smile when my young one texts me Half a mill with the jury, young homie, don't test me We drink out the bottle and smoke 'til we panic I'm glad to be alive, I'll never take that for granted I'm high out my mind with my hand on my cannon I'm glad to be alive, I'll never take that for granted Six A.M., smoked out, eyes slanted How they money problems mine? I'll never understand it Can walk around lost and show up empty handed I'm glad to be alive, I'll never take that for granted Long way from home, shorty caught one in the dome They don't love you 'til you outta here, can't tell me I'm wrong Drunk off juice, every night Déjà vu I'm on go 'bout the homies on my gang tattoo Look I don't want crumbs, you wouldn't last a day where I'm from His body went numb and now his momma missin' her son We all tryna eat, we gotta survive and it's a jungle Just make sure that pack that you take, you never fumble, uhh, word Just caught a flight to the Bay I know a bad white bitch and she just tryna get paid Big ass joints, don't try us, we the get-back boys One in the top so he ain't hear that click-clack noise Money machine, hunnids on my mind right now I get wit'chu later baby, ooh, not right now That's just how it be, I gotta get Bern on the line That's my nigga, he know how to have a wonderful time What's up? We drink out the bottle and smoke 'til we panic I'm glad to be alive, I'll never take that for granted I'm high out my mind with my hand on my cannon I'm glad to be alive, I'll never take that for granted Six A.M., smoked out, eyes slanted How they money problems mine? I'll never understand it Can walk around lost and show up empty handed I'm glad to be alive, I'll never take that for granted