[Hook: Con]
I came out the trenches
I got all this money from pimping these bitches
I sometimes slur on my words
Yes sir, I'm smoking but look, just get this
I gotta survive, physically or mentally
So if you vibing to this sound just get high and lift with me
Yeah
Just get high and lift with me
I like these chains and these watches and these shoes, they get to me
Yeah
Just get high and lift with me
I ride around with my n***as listening to a CD
Yeah
I gotta stay high, I gotta survive
I gotta survive, I gotta stay high
I gotta survive, I gotta stay high
I gotta stay high, I gotta survive

[Verse 1: Danté Wolfe]
A drug dealer destiny?
Probably reaching a Benz
The first thing I ever wanted was a watch like my friends
I mean it, when Bo first got his we couldn't believe it
My n***a's really hustle out here, dog, they mean it
That was 'fore I started hustling, I'm sideline Cole
I'm tryna get up in the game with all these n***as I know
See it was Summit Street and Montclair
You had to make a stop there
Carlton Ave. was never popping, n***a, 'fore we got there
Legendary, man, y'all n***as hella scary symbolic
On any campus, like a pair of Sperry's it's necessary
That a n***a picked the torch up
We moving, right off campus
And after that we had to get to it
Tina don't give a fuck about why yo rent late
Them bills still gotta get paid
And everybody else is still in his face
See I remember when I had no luck to cook up
My n***a with the gold watch, he always had the hook up