[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my n***a Ski Beatz
Pulled up in my Chevy, left it sitting on three
Smoking with my dog, all we do is lay heat
Uh

[Verse]
Firing thoughts from behind the three point arc
We playing with heart
That's what took us from these neighborhood parks to professional ball courts
Luxuries of all sorts
This is the wide world of sports agility and smart
I displayed and made the whole planet my stage
The weapons in gage, locked in on a payday
My rhymes are screenplays
Million dollars on every page, watch me prove it
I continue copping roofless coupes from this music
Cops pursuing him, try to figure what they doing
Underground rap trapping couldn't have been that good to him
Old Chevys on new rims, gorilla glue wax in these pants
I'm high no matter what
Stoned and plotting on stacking up
Y'all are clowns, should just wrap it up