[Intro: Larry June]
Check, check
You know, so these days in my life, it's all about, like
Is you around for the right reasons and shit, you know what I mean?
Yeah
Bitch, I know I'm a boss, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know, maybe we can do some hood shit, you know what I mean?
Talk about me and you
Holla at me (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Larry June]
Gotta keep my head up (High), gotta keep my bread up
Stand on my ten toes, lowkey fed up (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Million dollars ain't enough, my goals (Goals) gettin' bigger (Bigger)
Gold bars in the safe, money trees in the kitchen (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I don't get it, why you n***as hatin', mane? Get some chicken (Get some money, n***a)
Bounced out super clean, I got somе game, listen (Numbers)
It's not rockеt science, my n***a, it's all about decisions (Yeah)
You gon' go broke cattin' off with them bitches (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
N***a, I'm just warmin' up, I'm only gettin' better
It got breezy in the Bay, I did the cashmere sweater (Numbers)
Top-notch whatever (What else?), stock the Beretta (What else?)
I took you cross-country with a, named Heather
The money was consistent (Man), trips to Virginia (Uh)
Tyson's Corner for a week, then we hit Philly (Uh, yeah)
Still kinda traumatized (Still), I was in a dark place (Swear, yeah)
I done seen homicides, I done lost so many friends
What's happenin'?
[Chorus: Larry June]
That's why I smoke this weed by myself and I thank God (Smoke)
You gotta set goals, follow through, n***a, go hard (Go)
I done did things in the past I'm not proud of (Yeah, goddamn, uh, sometimes)
But it made me the man that I am today, today, yeah

[Verse 2: Berner]
My bank froze (Brr), my safe so full I can't close it (I can't)
I been cross country eatin', but this week in slow motion (Slow-motion)
Need to button down, my small-face smell like coke (Like blow)
And I threw a big diamond in my yellow-gold rope
Double barrel AR (Yeah), two trigger Snake (Two triggers on that piece)
Three million cash for the cabin on the lake (It's on the Flathead)
I used to pull out nine bands six days a week
Went from flyin' bitches back with cash to private fleets (To private jets)
We get juicin' for a month, she had treasures on smash (On lock)
We hit Cheetah's in Atlanta, we get drunk and live fast (Get guap)
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout my past and all the brown bags (All the bags)
I almost died a few times, but it made your boy a man (Thank God)
Few boxes in the van, black market goin' up (It's going up)
Seven for the Gary, six-five for the Runtz (For the Runtz)
Smokin' on the cereal, I'm selfish with the bag
They ain't killed the Bern yet, and I'm glad, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Larry June]
That's why I smoke this weed by myself and I thank God (Smoke)
You gotta set goals, follow through, n***a, go hard (Go)
I done did things in the past I'm not proud of (Yeah, goddamn, uh, sometimes)
But it made me the man that I am today, today, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)