Thrift shop boys, clothe pickin' like slavery

Thirty-five millimetre, that's how it's suppose to be

Rooftop, chillin' time, killin, watchin' sunsets

Boom box, Arizona, Aux, cassette on tape deck

We got our paint up on our walls

Catch your homies when they fall

Sneakin' in to all these concerts

Drunk fools up on the floor

I got some dirty workin' pants

Paint splattered on my hands

Steady workin' off my ass, savin' for the future plans

Cruisin' with no fears, drinkin' while he steers

Got the homies in the back seat, never let this end

We got the Christ around our necks, mama wait a sec

Working, grinding, cooking up without no dirty specs

We got the 09 Mazda 3, freestyles on the beat

Yeah, we always keep it fresh with them new kicks on our feet

'Cause we soarin' like a rocket, got mullah in our pockets

So call up all your homies, 'cause we about to kick it

Living life, being carefree

Focus on you, you focus on me

With my team you can't compete

Causin' good vibes while keeping the peace

I need me a piece of that aspiration

Lackin' confidence I'm hesitatin'

In your heart and mind I see separation

No change ain't easy but you gotta make it

Ay, cutie, cutie, with the fat-ass booty

Don't mean to interrupt, but I'm a little choosy, yeah

So I pick you, and if you pick me then so will my chill crew

Goin' for long ass drives, never leave no homies behind

Gonna never ever stand in line, now watch your street

We stealin' signs

Always be pullin' them triggers just to get us everywhere

Drivin' and shootin' and ballin', knowin' that my crew is there

Flyin' to the stars, crashin' all these cars

Always be fightin' with your friends, seein' who got them bars

Cruisin' with no fears, drinkin' while he steers

Got the homies in the back seat, never let this end

We got the Christ around our necks, mama, wait a sec

Workin', grindin', cookin' up without no dirty specs

We got the '09 Mazda 3, freestyles on the beat

Yeah, we always keep it fresh, got them new kicks on our feet

'Cause we soarin' like a rocket, got mullah in our pockets

So call up all your homies, 'cause we about to kick it

All my homies drive, we be after dark cruisin'

Don't dare break my chain, either win it or you lose it

Crew on my back like my Jansport, baby

Everything good, everything good, gravy