[Verse 1: 2.1]

Word to Outkast I'm crumbling herbs
My momma said I need to stop but it's calming my nerves
Facing blunts with my bruhs getting high as the birds
I imaged having it all since I was a lil kid in the 3rd
And i know that it's very possible
Still pushing through these setbacks and many obstacles
Sure it's hard but I don't let it phase me
Probably cuz the headband got my mind a hazy
Getting red eyes, with Eyes Low
How that Kanye song go? oh tell em drive slow
College dropouts tryna graduate to a billion
Well connected like wi-fi or Sicilians
Team full of good fellas it's like I got mob ties
HU got a n***a sippin on muy thias
Tyna be featured on the cover of high times
Laying down getting blunted just looking at the skyline
Warming up getting back to my ways
Before I grew my hair out back when I was tryna get waves
That East Oakland purp had me rapping for days
Had to put them woods down and switched back to the jays
And I know that it got my lungs feeling new again
Tryna buy a home bigger than grew up in
Ya I tend to say that often
And won't stop til they pouring henny in my coffin
My checks cool but I could use some more zeros
Counting stacks and spittin raps with my n***a Billows
Me and Kells going back to back on instrumentals
And Jennings was the 1st one that put me on rillos
Now it's raw papers and bongs rips
You can ask Mills, I'm always blowing on that strong shit