Young fly ass niggas... Only one place for niggas like us: at the top Ill... It's loyalty, when will you niggas learn? My cousin died, his ashes got urned 13 old, did what he had to do He told me it was cool, just make sure he got shoes Just a little something to have a train of thought 19, he was the reason a nigga had a knot My early teens all up in the club Poppin bottles of bub, and I'm good with the plug I had a life way before my life now I'm talking 50 joints and a couple pounds Stashing choppers, that's with 100 rounds Outfield to home plate: the way the gun em down I really live it, I let em talk about it Early morning routine: they got the house around it Let em say they live it, but it's really me One thousand: you know I gotta keep a G [Hook - Wiz Khalifa] Lot of weed smoke, and a lot of bottles Homie on the weed smoke get a lot of dollars Homie that's how we get down... Started from the bottom now we 1st class boarding Nigga be the show be on the flight in the morning Homie that's how we get down... It's off of the boat Let em preach it, I had it That money and weed, my life in the balance I'm cool with the owner, eating sea food with his daughter But before we had dinner, I was up early with joggers Just a couple of pounds, I burn that in some days Getting trippy with ratchets like the party I raised Getting money with niggas who wouldn't fuck with you clowns And for a couple stacks, young'uns be dumping them rounds Fuck the price of them bottles cause we do it real Couple shooters on the building, let em know to kill From the know you for real That's your city still 4800, my block cold-hearted you chill So fuck what you think, this shit paying my bills I just keep it G, you suckas be faking for real Faking like you rich, but never had to pitch Knowing damn well your dad a ho You son of a bitch! 4800 - woop! [Hook - Wiz Khalifa]