[Verse 1: MONK]

Higher than a 747

All the souls of those who passed on 9/11, rest in peace

Thought I almost lost my mother and my brethren

So I got to make it 'fore they sent to Heaven

'Cause ain't too many smiles on my niggas' faces

They ain't complacent with the bullshit that they facing

Severance my herb, my motivation

For writing all these lines, I hope that y'all could trace 'em

Follow that, and I ain't talking tweeting

No fucking relatives of death, so I ain't sleeping

I'm never slipping like I was in the shower freaking

I'm tryna have us all living like every day's the weekend

The weed lit, my cup chilled, and we ain't stressing 'bout that Olde E that we just spilled

Self-made, so I'm tryna build, been too long at the bottom, ain't seen the top still

[Chorus]

My cup filled (my cup cold)

Just copped (I just rolled)

Model chick (she at least a dime)

I say we children of the world (I say the world's mine)

[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]

This Cali grown got me hella blown

With my head up in the stars like a telescope

You can find me with a yellow bone

And she probably trying to get in the zone or something

It's enticing, he got a bad temper like lightning

You never hit twice in the same spot

I suggest you stand back if you can't box

These Vans never even hit the skate shop

I'm on my bullshit chilling in a tank top

With like three bad bitches, Baywatch

My bad, I don't really like degrading women

But half these rappers ain't living how they say they living

The line between real and fake is now paper-thin

And this is sucker-free, so at least try to pay attention

Or pay your dues, and don't make a move

It's pay-per-view, no Cablevision

[Interlude: Katt Williams]

All I'm saying, you gotta enjoy your motherfucking life

That's all the fuck I'm saying, enjoy your goddamn life

Some of y'all just need to smoke some weed and see if it don't help the quality of your motherfucking life

[Verse 3: MONK]

Can't wait till I get my big shine

Be like I'm finally famous, feel I finally made it

Caught up to dreams that I'm chasing

Competition is patient, is inferation

But I am going in like a life sentence I'm facing

At least an eighth of my favorite flower

She say my words sound so sweet even though I smell like sour

I gave 'em food for thought

She gave me thoughts for hours

And chasing pussy gets you laid but it doesn't get you power

Or money, or respect

Sad to inform but you'll regret it all in retrospect

When you recollect the moments erect when she was wet

Was it worth the time and money that a nigga spent?

So we play hard but work harder, move stronger, think smarter

Good weed, first class flights, no charters

Tired of sitting on the bench

I'm finna be a starter