We were hopeless kids, you know what it is, We put in the work, still workin' and goin' in. Would it all be worth it? Guess we'll know in the end, Long as I roll wit' my friends, rich, broke—go till I'm dead. We droppin' bombs on 'em, I know what I said, Star is born, chop shop, lights out, go for ya head. Send the light out, get love, focus the breath, Chest out, know we the best, DJ Khaled—eatin' a salad and goin' to bed. Money spent on dope that was 'sposed to go to rent, I would get bro so upset—choked me out and broke my ribs. Thing is, he was right. I just lied like a broken fence, I was blind, looked right at the sun, 'cause I am stubborn and I a twit. Killed the czar bar in Carhartts, Fatt Matt’s, we smashed that, A Pzzy beat was all I needed for a Cass track. Black hoodie and a black hat, A smoke machine, a guy in a weed costume, and a hand slap. Our whole lives, we could see our dreams but couldn’t grab 'em, I couldn’t imagine not cookin' raps but cookin' while standin'. Used to walk around high, lookin' like I might look in a casket, Stole my girl's car, took it and crashed it in the woods—Look at him, backwards. Always stayin' amped, amped, amped, put in the password, How good is it? Look at him while he's lookin' right past ya. Man, I'm good wit' a book in the bath, and a good lookin' disaster, And my dawg for life—what else could I ask for?