For real man we need that whip. That's the car I need. Motherfucker hit a plane and the plane blew up. Ugh yup. Standing in the mirror. My visions of that money getting clearer. Scratch that it's getting nearer. Some of this actually happened. I was weed nappin'. Wasn't shit. Now they pay us for the raps we kick. My hotel smell like confidence. They haters but that weed smoke bring on compliments. So roll this paper. Tell the waitress - get my drink from off the coaster. Bring the bitch that love to smoke and get the weight from off my shoulders. Yea I be flying everywhere nigga. Sometimes I don't even know where the fuck I'm at. I be waking up - random motherfuckers be knocking on my door and shit. Like who the fuck is that?. Nosey ass cleaning lady. You wanna hit this weed?. Staged from your make-up. Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up. Young nigga but got my cake up. Now I'm hoppin' off of the plane. Smelling like the sweetest scent weed is lit. Look at my bitch weed is shit. Probably high - what they say when they see us. But they never say that we broke. Kush in every J that we smoke. Putting rings on ever finger. Never put 'em up just let the smoke linger. Champagne for the girls straight shots for my niggas. Started small but now the money getting bigger. It all get better with time. Rather go hard instead of unwind. And play your part and I'mma play mine. Feel me?. Motherfuckers always speakin' out of turn. They don't know nothin' about this shit. That's why I'm me and you're you. Matter of fact fuck that. This Taylor Gang. Tgod nigga. Ain't shit changed gang. What up Ricky P. Richard. Don't smoke that pound without me Richard. Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom. Jim Brown smash baby. Oh shit! We get to see the tits?. Here we go!. Get her Jim! Get her Jim!. Oh shit!. I'm fresh off the plane. I don't get no sleep God damn