[Verse 1: 2.1]

I'm rollin up I'm goin up
My bottle empty so I'm pouring up
2mph do you think I'm going slow enough
My brother told me I would get it when I'm old enough
So I take my time I take my take so I don't ever rush
Stack some change for the rain that I won't ever touch
For my sons sons son I'm tryna built for them
So when I'm gone the money just won't stop at him
Pass the money like we pass the weed
Passed some classes now we got degrees
Like Alicia tryna touch some keys
I love my plug cuz he got then p's
From the town yeah I love my town
Swoop my girl from the crib we finna blow it down
Grinding nugs while I'm rolling paper
We found a view, now we blowing acres
Getting stoned like David just kicking it
Smoking loud so we can't hear but don't give a shit
Like Cudi say, lost in the fucking mood
That sativa refeer put her in the fucking mood


I'm rolling I'm going up
My bottle empty so I'm pouring up
2 miles per hour you think I'm going slow enough
My brother told me I would get it when I'm old enough
Like buying liquor smoking swishers gettin high off vapors
My brother told me don't chase them hoes just go after paper
So I did and they came after me
Plus my 16's good like Peyton when he played for Tennessee
And I'm like Magic with them 32s
Classic like Jordan hooping in Carolina blues
Thats how I feel about my Protools sessions
Just let the track burn sorry theses are my confessions