Compositor: E-Dubble
Maybe I was wrong, maybe I was right
Maybe obey, maybe don't sprite
Maybe don't hate on some shit you never knew about
All these motherfuckers in the gutter took the sewer route
I'm tryina speak truth, I'm tryina get through
All the while still find time to get loose
All the while still tryina make my way to Idlewild
Green grass, thick milfs smoking, call 'em pot-o-files
I be fucking bars up, especially when I'm charged up
Backseat blogging, big body on the Charger
Two-tone rebel, like some level-headed armor
Fucking up some destiny, indebted to the karma
I can pedal backwards, I don't rock a fixed gear
I don't need to pump brakes, I just stay in sixth gear
Yeah
Cold chilling, winning, some losses
If you never took an L, then you'll never be a boss
Fuck plan B
We got plan A
And hell yeah, I be going for it all day
They concede, we conceive, let the band play
Only give it up for a seed or my death day
I'm tryina move dreams out, tryina see the dream house
While they all gassed up, we be in the greenhouse
Yeah
Cold chilling, winning, some losses
If you never took an L, then you'll never be a boss
No plan B
We got a plan A
And hell yeah, I be going for it all day
Hell yeah, I be going for it all day
Hell yeah, I be going for it all day
Foolproof mirrors, lights so bright
That money look good and that song sound nice
And I don't see a reason overfiending for a fight
So I'm playing these cards, hope I'm playing them right
Right, yeah
But no prob with it, I just bob with it
Step out thankful, hell yeah, I got a job in it
Like Black Rob, we oh, 'd just like woah
With a hand to the sky for shit we don't know
'Cause we take our dreams, put 'em in 3D
Take 'em out that box, put 'em in that street
Let 'em do that work, let 'em all