[Verse 1: Illijam]
I was thinking bout summer night chillin/
Penthouse pad with the mad high ceilings/
Holdup
My homies and I livin on the 3rd floor/
3 flight of stairs had to carry all the furniture/
Where’d I get it? Where you guess?
If the idea was Ikea, you’re wrong it's Craigslist/
Y’all talking low money, we’re talking no money/
In debt Sallie Mae in the red loan money/
Anyway we were tryna make it happen/
Class in the AM, PM we were rapping/
I got scars on my arms, I was tryna make cash/
Funding these dreams by giving my plasma/
9:50, hopping in the mini/
Van, all I have don’t laugh just stick with me/
Late night run up the road to Bojangles/
It’s so close you know it’s so dangerous/

[Hook: Illijam]
Feeling like nothing can go wrong tonight/
For the first time in a little while now/
With the summer breeze, 80 degrees/
Feeling good, everybody vibing with me like/
I left my worries when I walked through the door/
I know it'll all work out I've seen it happen before/

[Verse 2: CJ King]
I got one stacks, two stacks, three stacks, four/
They talking dineros, I'm talking legos/
But hold up wait a minute that was me just being childish/
No Gambino, tryna be a light amongst the wildest
Been a while since I seen a thousand dollar balance/
Why they gassing me? I only got a couple gallons/
I'm stalling Sallie Mae, you know I can’t afford a stylist/
Shh! If you see her, say my name is Alice/
But I ain't got reason to worry bout it/
Before I even knew about it, my God been heard about it/
So I ain't really worried about your two cents/
If it’s a penny for your thoughts then save your thoughts for your rent/
Cuz I'm not really into being another pretender/
On the radio faking, like he a big bread spender/
Dead sinner I was, born winner because/
God came to the earth and paid a price for this love/

[Verse 3: Illijam]
(Yoo), let's get it/
Every time I get up on a mic I gotta spit it like:
(Yoo) Stop tripping/
Ain't afraid of nothing ever since I started Living like/
Oh yeah, we don't gotta worry/
I know it ain't easy/
But time will tell He can make Heaven out of Hell (Ironic Bombs)/
How you think I'm cooler than the KoolAid
Man?/
See me chilling when the poo ate fan/
When the news ain't grand, we can laugh at the noose/
We know if we’re hanging with Him ain't a way we can lose/
I got my sights on Paradise yeah/
It's already over we’re just running the clock/
Until the night go, and the light grow/
Count it loss at the bottom till we come out on top/