[Verse 1: Young Fla$h]
Wake up I'm blowing a o hop in my whip now it's back to cold
Self made on my own that's all that I know
Ambition got me thinking differently
Honestly who is the enemy
Wake up from vivid descriptive dreams
Hop on my Mac and I cook with the team
Grandma said go to collage I'm getting the green
I gotta stack Gwolla that's by any means
Trap through the streets back to the beach I'm shooting a scene
Blowing more trees than a wildfire
Only logic pro no Limewire
Pouring up sipping the best got killas from east to the west
Met the plug in LA now Im back on the 8
Mind over matter that's all that it takes
People say they gone ride then snitch in the case
Say they your day one then lie to yo face
Spark up a blunt we back out on Bradley
Getting these bands then scurt to
The addy
Double cups we stay pouring up relaxing got more motivation

I'm blowing a pound to roll up the days
Sipping my drank now I drip like the rain
The more that they hate the more I get paid

[Verse 3: Young Fla$h]
Food For Thoughts a deadly combination
Bradley Aves classified operations contemplating while the days been changing
My weed burn slow every time I'm blazing
You hating I'm killing this shit call me Jason
Jackson body this shit lets show em the combo
Nothing but gas throw a brick on the throttle
Trap popping like a party in the middle of the city
Counting these 100s I stay getting lit
Don Jackson and Fla$h we flip with wrist
Nothing but ice see I'm colder than brisk
Back from a show now I'm pouring a 5th
Roll up in the telli she dance on my dick
MYLES ass n***a I just took his bitch
My hands on her hips she love how I flip
Nothing but money she say that I'm crisp
Ooh Im just back in the streets you know what it be back on the beat

[Hook]
I'm blowing a pound to roll up the days
Sipping my drank now I drip like the rain
The more that they hate the more I get paid