[Verse 1: Nesby Phips]
Feel spit with the automatic shifts
Smooth, but the pick up of a five speed stick
See, once upon a time I had a dream
From the look of what I'm seeing, it's reminding me of this
The irony of this life thing
Funny how I always fuck up and do the right thing
That said, I don’t question my moves
Figure the more I know, then the less I assume
This is you address, I presume
Told me, don't bother callin', fall through 'bout noon
Wanna know if I'ma be back soon
April showers bring May flowers, I don't know 'bout June
Head first how I dive in
Hard is how I go, the sky is where I reside at
Negative attitudes don't exist at this altitude
Easiеr for you to catch the vibe then
Grеy sweats under canopies
Burnin grapefruit, fresh picked off the family trees
Where I ski, I oversee the affair
Me and my team flight is somewhere overseas in the air

[Chorus: Nesby Phips]
Never did I imagine
All that I see from keepin' it G with my passion, mashin'
Paid dues when I had to
Now when I make moves I make magic happen
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
You ain't want it til you seen I was on it
Ain't want get it til you seen me in it
Thought your hoe was cold, til you seen my bitches
They say I look taller on television
Weed being steamed by my young n***as on the set
Dashboard air to the throne
Let 'em bong rip, air board Jets
Fresh juice, fresh shoes
Fresh in the lab, store my raps in a test tube
N***as know where you got your style
I got a hundred mo' flows, you can hold that one down
Stay from around Rescue Ranger-ass n***as with the weed
Always tryna save it, think you boss, you basic, clown
Pounds get breaken down, sun up to sun down
For whatever fuckery is to come

[Chorus: Nesby Phips]
Never did I imagine
All that I see from keepin' it G with my passion, mashin'
Paid dues when I had to
Now when I make moves I make magic happen

[Verse 3: Stalley]
Cold blooded, how I pulled up
In that '87 Cutlass with the tunes up
Paint switchin' colors as the light gleam
But it might seem that a star is born
But wake up fast out that dream from the sound of the horn
Back to reality, posted in that glass box on sixteen
Where the kids run loose, and them shorties gas n***as
And most n***as claim GD, and blast n***as
Wear they heart on their face, down a whole bottle of Rossi
And pass Swishers, and take it all to the face
Stayin fly, comin' down like pant zippers
And the chinos far from their waist
Ain't many saints on my set, so we let the demons dance with us
And laugh at the devil 'cause he can't get us
Stayin' true, Milk Town, G brand, n***as
[Chorus: Nesby Phips]
Never did I imagine
All that I see from keepin' it G with my passion, mashin'
Paid dues when I had to
Now when I make moves I make magic happen