(Verse 1)
420 vision, I was moving like a darn thug
I wanted to be a Jamaican, cuz he was not a thug
I wanted to be just like Jamaican, but he not a thug
Bob Marley, Marley
Is Jamaican
Xavier Wallsy, oh he
He not Jamaican
(Chorus)
Imma ride for my guys
Imma ride for my life
Imma die for a guy
No homo, he will die
This one for all my guys
This one for my ride or dies
This one for my other guys
This one for Jamaican guys
(Verse 2)
Why you can’t call but he never had a pack
Why you rolling loud, man i swear I get it back
When you really dancing, man i swear i'll never last
Why you really hating? Put a corner on yo man
I got me some bands
Man i swear that ain't my man
How you getting broke as if this beat is not a man
RIP to Carti but i love Guapdad
RIP to Cudi but he not even dead
Wow, you wearing dresses in on SEL
Naw I meant SNL but I don't even spell
I can't even spell
I swear i can't spell
Everybody know, off the weed, that’s a spell
(Outro)
Imma gon die for my guys
Imma need you and my goons in a fight
Imma spare you
You can’t pay a price
Walk on a lot like I can see the light
Everything red and green *Mumbling*
*(Codeine uh, uh) (Rockstar Made, Rockstar Made) (Oh oh, ah ah, At Ay, Turn Up!) repeats*
Tax, Tax
Cash, Cash
Jamaica on the track, and I'm never coming back (Ain't coming back)