[Verse 1: 2.1]

Word to Outkast I'm crumbling herbs

My momma said I need to stop but it's calming my nerves

Facing blunts with my bruhs getting high as the birds

I imaged having it all since I was a lil kid in the 3rd

And i know that it's very possible

Still pushing through these setbacks and many obstacles

Sure it's hard but I don't let it phase me

Probably cuz the headband got my mind a hazy

Getting red eyes, with Eyes Low

How that Kanye song go? oh tell em drive slow

College dropouts tryna graduate to a billion

Well connected like wi-fi or Sicilians

Team full of good fellas it's like I got mob ties

HU got a nigga sippin on muy thias

Tyna be featured on the cover of high times

Laying down getting blunted just looking at the skyline

Warming up getting back to my ways

Before I grew my hair out back when I was tryna get waves

That East Oakland purp had me rapping for days

Had to put them woods down and switched back to the jays

And I know that it got my lungs feeling new again

Tryna buy a home bigger than grew up in

Ya I tend to say that often

And won't stop til they pouring henny in my coffin

My checks cool but I could use some more zeros

Counting stacks and spittin raps with my nigga Billows

Me and Kells going back to back on instrumentals

And Jennings was the 1st one that put me on rillos

Now it's raw papers and bongs rips

You can ask Mills, I'm always blowing on that strong shit