(Intro). Uh-uh. Yeah bitch! Haha. That's what I like to call.... My type of shit!. (Verse 1). Yeah forward progression niggas got it backwards. I'm relevant but nothing like you other rappers. You see I fuck with trap niggas because really I'm the only one rappin'. Get it how you live survival of the fittest you should know the code. All I got is what I give until they overload. Nigga I'm the shit overflowed. And I grab a blunt split it like a chromosome. Uh I'll have it where you're bitch ain't phonin' home. We done blown the whole oak gettin' our stoner on. Ain't gotta say shit I know you don't. See my chain make the same face from Home Alone. All this good weed that I'm puffin'. Got me feelin' like there ain't a place I can't go. Ain't a thing I won't do. And I'm awake so I guess my dream's come true. (Chorus). And the game gave me a feeling that no one can take away from me. I said no one can take away from me. On the road doin' shows oh no one can take away from me. I get a feelin' that no... one... can take away. (Verse 2). Uh.... Down to take a trip my nigga what's the ticket hittin' for?. I got some hoes that wanna roll too (Haha). And if you wanna see what it's like to be just the team. And tired of the background so you make your own scene. I'll hit you up when I roll through. Yeah California weed keep ya pissed off in your mind state. Hard to get it on it so my niggas boost the crime rate. It's obvious I'm ghetto so they love me like I'm Kid Rock. Try your luck with what's around my neck and get ya wig chopped. Fuckin' with I can get you so much cash or nowhere fast. I got your bitch in awe she never flown first class. Or had the driver get her bags. (Chorus)