text: 3 AM rolling stoned, all I see is dust
  We feel like rockstars then we rockstars
  Sex pistol posers, they never heard of us
  I guess I need that white broad in that white car
  So raise your glasses homie cause we seem to bring the masses homie
  And shut down our whole town, fuck up shit
  My homie Jon copped them grapes and they busted
  Rollies and raviolis you in the cover of vogue
  Dont look between the lines or itll fuck up your mind
  She let us smell the line, let it fuck up our mind X2
  But the nights keep fallin hey
  What if the night keeps fallin hey X2
  Summer time was the illest
  Used to pull up the pullup like it was Christmas
  Winter time furs is too cold, told em give me mine
  Last night I had a dream but I died too many times
  But fuck motto, when her breasts out tell em take some fucking photos
  Fill up the dressing room with will&rich and kwazi motos
  So we popped the champagne so drunk spilled liquor all over her vera wang
  Its timeless but how many people here know what the time is
  Spend about a minute on it
  From the front row to the stage it feel different dont it
  So Imma shine while Im here make it mine while Im here
  White girls lying to their mum for the lines
  Black boys do the crimes for the lines
  You dealing or buying or youre way out of line
  We be speaking to the tyrants that be twinkling and shinin
  Bitches crying rivers cuz I left em behind
  Got that liquor in my liver while I trip and recline
  This bitch keep callin but im clicking decline
  We live in a time,where the shit in our mind
  Is to get on our grind,im ruthless for the paper
  I spit the truth in the booth,and I aint care about a hater
  Plus im getting high, got a pack of northern lights
  My sword is bright,ive sworn to fight as the warrior night
  To protect those who sold their souls over night
  So if you get in our way you will get pulverized
  Im a monster, you better run bitch
  You lucky that the night is over, see you at sunset