[Verse 1]
Pass the Henny, last years of my twenties
Toast to being indie, fuck being friendly
Nothin' get me more excited than them brand new Benjis
Good vibes good energy
Uh, n***as hate because they ain't gettin' no bread
Say what you please, nothin' more harsh than the voice in my head (True Story)
I probably never be content with where I'm at life
That keep me with an appetite (I'm hungry)
Gift and a curse, takin' my blesses for granted T'm front the dirt
I know a million mother fuckers wanna be
Where I'm at more than me
I'm chasin' dollars signs, legacies
On a brand and sell celebrity
I kept it G when everything was leathery
Through every encounter we gotta move forward
Fuck moving with nostalgia it's the new Golden Era my n***as we all in it
New breed so a new sound gotta be invented
They were shittin' on the ? like n***as was cotton
But we the mecca of this shit, oh they musta forgotten
But uh, live

[Hook]
Was it not for us to play
With the game
?