Life...

Looking out the window

Kush and Orange Juice Nigga

You Might want uh burn one to this

You couldn′t walk a mile in these 11 and a half's even if you had a chance

Visions of this cash followed with the thought of the bitch thats chilling at my pad

It′s all part of the plan

To come through get high as I can, party, hit the studio jet lagged

Packing my over night carry on, we don't check bags

Old folks are proud to see I'm young and I Louied up to my eyes

True story word to the wise don′t let these labels gas you up to be somethin′

Get yo' paper never trust ′em

Watch the niggas you run with

I done seen niggas who had all they dreams fucked over, over some dumb shit

And make no assumptions hotel owners saying the odors too pungent blame it on the reefer consumption

The difference between you guys is you lie and we live it

In the sky so pay us a visit

Bet yo' bitch be trying to kick it

What you ain′t you trying to eat nigga?

COME ON, fuck is you waiting for?

Nigga time just sitting around man, come on

Everything was all good, now shit real

Yeah!

Soon as I enter the room it's red carpets and bitches with pretty smelling perfume

Smoking cigars shit was fool

Now you roll hella doobs and anticipate that how fly tune

Sucker shit we just can′t excuse

Steady trying to duplicate but they ain't us

Got bitches dissing they lame ass niggas pot head kids rolling they dank up

Paparazzi taking pictures we famous

Held my city down like a anchor

Now it's champagne we drink.

Non-smoking room we just ashin′ ′em in the sink

I love her attitude she love tracing my ink

I get up in the wind, leave her with something to ease stress

The best not just regular visions

Let you get a glimpse of how I'm living, HD

Young Khalifa gettin′ to the money safe key

Matter fact hit this

You cold nigga I got a coat in the trunk

Come on man leave that bullshit alone man

Its over for that

Put this coat on