[Intro:]

Got 4 lives in my hand right now

Trying to take the wheel but I can’t right now

No hydraulics but we still off the bounce

Trying to make it home before the sun come out

We been serenading the block with ghetto anthems

Head through the sunroof as we holler temper tantrums

Underage niggas, middle fingers, old habits

That never left us but never kept us from living rapid

I swerve, I swerve, I swerve through traffic jams

I need, I need, bail money in advance

All the homies laughing cuz ignorance is the bliss

Until they realize that I’m gone and this whole motherfucker flip

[Verse 1]

Vice city resident, no advice

Can’t tell me shit

Pussy, money, money, pussy all I need

And I need that quick

I got Daytons on my 99

They be spinning like the hands of time

Flaking on you niggas time

Right on time for nigga time

Hold my dick, on my clique, I’m gon be

Rich!

You know I’m that nigga, just plead yo

5th!

Handouts, never panned out we hand in hand with these no names

Red carpets get laid out but we Crip walking that road to fame

Gangster shit

Paisley on my handkerchief

Jackpot when he hit that lick

Split that check and then we dip

Remember when

I lost my pride

Got some brain

Lost my God

Bought a chain

Just to show you life a bitch

But in the end a bitch no thing

In the end I’m holding rank

Me and Flaire just went insane

I passed him my new pinky ring

He passed it back with two new tings

All my niggas tilt

But they need more smoke

All these bitches dancing

But we need more poles

[Hook]

All my life

I’ve been chasing these skies

And they so plain

They so grey

Now I look down

And see nothing for me

I need space

Need more grey

[Verse 2]

Broke nigga make it count

Flat girls in the house

Make it bounce

Make it make it bounce

Make it make it bounce

Baby get naked for petty pennies

Ambition will get you plenty

And one day them benny bennies

Will fill up the back of denims

Money tree descendants

Pack the plate for reverends

Ooo the greenest blessings

And we reap ‘til we meet the reaper

Or until death do us part

But I had nine lives from the start

I could die 8 times, still the realest nigga alive

She won’t take me home, so we fornicate in the ride

Pump the brakes for procedure, she topping me through the lights

On the highway heaven bumping hell of a life

Oh mama no drama, I don’t need it

Give me nookie quick enough for speeding tickets

Keep a distance

Cuz I don’t need you in my way

I just wanna live my grey

Live live my grey

[Hook]

All my life

I’ve been chasing these skies

And they so plain

They so grey

Now I look down

And see nothing for me

I need space

Need more grey