Alright Kush-style steppin'; I'm the leader of the band (Band) Dark pink Sprite, two liter in my hand Got on brand new shows from Europe, (Uh) my denim's from Japan (Uh) God damn, is it me or am I the fuckin' man? Benjamins and rubber bands, weighin' money by the grams (Haha) D-boy wrappin' up that B-boy stance 'Bout to run you over like I'm in a three-point stance (Right) Like you straight, but nigga, you don't stand a motherfuckin' chance 'gainst the capital (Ayy) Crooked letter killer (Killer) Kushed up, beatin' on my chest like gorillas (Yeah) That's you speakin' paper, hater? You ain't never spoke wit' me I'm off in the scheme of the things—no, it ain't no hope for me Hopefully, I'm proud I'm tryna get right even though I'm livin' wrong We gon' make this money; if it's on then it's on Every line, every song 'til the day I'm gone Kush smellin' strong 'til the day I'm gone (Yes) 'Til the day I'm gone, 'til the day I'm gone Blessed to the dawn, you can bet we puttin' on 'Til the day I'm gone, 'til the day I'm gone (Yeah) I be puttin' on (Uh) (Yeah) up until the day I'm gone (Alright) 'Til the day I'm gone I'm ridin' wit' my seat back, windows up; smoke like I don't give a fuck (Uh) Double black tints makin' bitches take a double look (Yeah) Fuck wit' us, bet you end up in a trunk, bundled up (Alright) You been warned; uniform burner—my gun is tucked (Ow) You gon' need another pair of legs tryna run wit' us (Ha) Ho, you gon' need a hospital bed if my gun is up (Okay) Murder to the masses, hot as lit matches (Hot) Tryna rock this whole world off its motherfuckin' axis (Yeah) Dodger cap; holla back if you about that action (Ah) I do dollar sign addition and pussy nigga subtraction (Ha) This ain't nothin'; my gun be steady bussin' (Baow) 'less you speakin' bread (Baow) to us What the fuck is yo' discussion, nigga? (Aha) I'm tryna get right even though I'm livin' wrong We gon' make this money; if it's on then it's on Every line, every song 'til the day I'm gone Kush smellin' strong 'til the day I'm gone (Yes) 'Til the day I'm gone, 'til the day I'm gone Blessed to the dawn, you can bet we puttin' on 'Til the day I'm gone, 'til the day I'm gone (Yeah) I be puttin' on up until the day I'm gone 'Til the day I'm— G-O-N-E I be on a everyday grind 'til my IV Get stopped by the poison ivies of the world And I love that girl See, life's a bitch, and I call her wifey I'm a Gemini, she's a Pisces Incompatible, but in collateral, we fuck twice a night She's feisty Got a kinky side (Uh) A brand new chain and a brand new ride (Uh) I stay in the cut like a samurai Layin' off a couple shots like I'm camera-shy Nigga healin' better when the shit invisible Quik told me that way befo' digital sales hit the Internet I hit they neck wit' a bat (Bat) 911 Porsche, no seatbelt straps (Uh) That's my type; (Uh) fuck whatchu like (Uh) Tell 'em I'm out here, showin' my dick (Dick) Actin' a donkey; horse you grips Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Poppin' big shit Don't nobody do it like Kendrick, baby I don't owe nobody shit; Kendrick made me Middle fingers up; I'ma go hard Bogart put a snake nigga in a cobra clutch I'm tryna get right even though I'm livin' wrong We gon' make this money; if it's on then it's on Every line, every song 'til the day I'm gone Kush smellin' strong 'til the day I'm gone (Yes) 'Til the day I'm gone, 'til the day I'm gone Blessed to the dawn, you can bet we puttin' on 'Til the day I'm gone, 'til the day I'm gone (Yeah) I be puttin' on up until the day I'm gone 'Til the day I'm gone