[Verse 1: Prince Gravy]

Turn it up a lil bit

Yuhhh

I’m smoking on Jet Fuel

That shit in my backpack

My denim is archive

You know you can’t price that

I’m in the back of the back

Where the fiends at

You can see it in my eyes

You know that I mean that

I don’t need a tom tom

To map where the green at

I just served that bitch

But she want me to bring the beans back

Yuhhh

I keep serving that green crack

Her nose raw cause she sniff that

Japanese fashions mismatch

I keep bringing them damn packs

Put a 3.5 right where my lungs at

[Verse 2: Nobi]

Pistol grip where my thumb at

Backpackboyz, n****s smoke bum pack

Cash up front

No I can’t front that

I was down bad

Know I had to make a way

I ain’t get no cash

I ain’t going outside today

I need a couple racks to hide away

I could never stumble with that

I take it to the grave

[Verse 3: Drew Famous]

You serving what I’m buying

I just got too high

I can’t remember where I last reside

Woke up in a different city

Tryna get a penny

I could start the engine

But it won’t be pretty

I don’t gotta lie bout shit

Except how I’m feeling

Wake up feeling different

I just gotta keep it peeling

Every single day I wake up counting

I’m just practicing for millions

What you think they hiding in the ceiling