[Intro: James Fauntleroy]

Been on top for a while

I’m ready to go now, my niggas

[Verse 1 :Price]

I remember kickbacks and kick flips

Always getting into mischief

Mama had the red Intrepid with the stick shift

I take it out on missions and crash it and would get grounded like a dipshit

And be at school like "ain’t nobody fresher than my clique", shit

You never thought you’d have a son like this

The type of son that run with them niggas that hold up them guns like this

He gots a hunger for God and wants to resemble his son like this

He’s confused so he takes it out on the drums like this

Drop 'em. Uh

Pretty much I wanna be great

Dom P in my glass, I want Yellowtail on my plate, uh

I wanna be first place in the Grammy race

With a college grad, yellow bone with all my granny traits

And I want all my albums platinum, I want none on the shelf

And I wanna be a great dad ‘cause I ain’t have one for myself, my nigga

So before nothing’s left I’ll do right

Never thought I’d have this chance in my life

I bet y'all I’ll do it all tonight

Price! Free Ninja!

[Hook]

All y'all, we been working hard

Gotta [?]

'fore I lose my nigga

Been on top for a while

I’m ready to go now, my niggas

[Verse 2 : Oktane]

I always wanted to make the people clap – like that

Like Wayne retired and this the song he played when he came back

I just wanna live out the thoughts I'd have when I’d sit in the shower

Letting the water hit me wishing heaven had visiting hours

I miss Cornbread, I miss Rowdy

I wish they could see me now

They’d probably tell me that they were proud and I would say show me who doubted

And right when they point at you

I wanna cock back, point and shoot

But I wouldn’t do that cuz that would turn off my lime light

And I’m just tryna live life like I could die tomorrow

Like the sky is falling, life is diabolic

People die for dollars on the side of markets

And police take forever to arrive and park it

And by the time they find the guy who popped him witness won’t talk to a cop or a fire marshall

What am I supposed to do besides get it up in this rap shit?

Without y'all talkin that jerk shit or that trap shit

Do you feel like a dumb ass yet?

Well that’s classic cause I told y'all

We was tight and proved us right in one verse

Yea, I celebrate tonight

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]

Magic in the musical moments, songs in the key of life

Feelin like Stevie, wonder what he see, think I need a light

Pardon me kindly, copycat kiddos can’t sneak or bite

Bet I make 'em eat they words

Wavy, light skinned Jesus Christ

Me and Price connected to making classic

Was classicly frequently absent back in my classes

Back when I used to keep a quarter inside my backpack

Back in Whitney Young High School

Me and the team was like the Ratt Pack

I’m Young Sinatra, rock the gold chain like Cleopatra

Watching from the balcony, black binoculars at the opera

Peepin this shit from the side I’m seeing a different angle

You see money behind closed doors and that shit can change you

Ray Ray had the Range Rove, used to pick us up like every weekend

We be tweaking, turning 20, now I’m seeking deeper meaning

What’s the word? I heard the hoods the same but shit been different

The band broke up, Zoe’s preppin and Eddy’s still in prison

Screamin free my nigga Ugly E until my lung go lonely on this island

I’ve been poppin bottles to bottom my pain

I hope this shit doesn’t show

Say Southern Cali don’t rain but when it drizzles it pour

We 'posed to be eatin shrimp and steak on $1000 plates, these fake niggas can’t deny me nothing

Couldn’t walk a mile in these pennies, these rappers a dime a dozen

Timing is everything, she said she know I got it right

But I’m only here 'til tomorrow so I guess we gon' do it all tonight

[Hook]