[Intro: Sly Pyper]

Uh, yup

Yeah, won't be long now

[Verse 1: Sly Pyper]

You don't like me and I don't know why

You don't love yourself, so why should I?

You don't make enough with 9 to 5

Mad you see my fireworks, 4th of July

Turning dimes into a dollar and it won't take long

Bet I show out when I show up, bet they put me on

Wake up every morning, closer to the tippy top

You lack motivation, I am everything you not (Oh, ah)

System checkin' bout to blast off, you see me countin' down (Whoo)

I ain't goin' places, bet you miss a nigga when I'm not around

I'm from the bottom, I came up with nothin', now I want it all (Yup)

From ratchet tops to designer bitches at the catalog

Meet me at my dreams, I'll be there in a minute (Oh)

Trouble with my team, I'll be there in a minute

She sextin' me, she need the D, I'll be there in a minute

Past DM's, I'll be there in a minute

[Bridge: Sly Pyper]

Wait, watch

Just wait, (Tsk) watch

[Verse 2: Sly Pyper, Savage-E]

Tick tock, I'm on my ele-ele-elevator

Always goin' up, can't you tell I hella smell a hater

Always showin' up, I believe the rumors

They say I'm the shit, 'cause I agree

Forget the facts, but all the groupies keep remindin' me

Snowballin' on the band now

She show me what she got that ass for (Yeah)

She must hit a hundred grand town

So I show her what I got the cash for

Got it from the dirt deep in the war zone

Come and get this money, girl, before it's gone (Yo)

[Verse: Savage-E]

Late in up late in smokin' just swear

Im floatin through the the city like a puprle pearl

Windows down bass hit feel the air shake

Snoop Dogg type shit motherfucka no brake

Got the chronic in the air yeah the room low hazy

Bitch call me daddy, but my name too wavy

Fuckin' 9 to 5 im own time

Rollin' through the hood with the pockets full of dimes

Fuck the opps they took but i never approach

Im sippin on something dead boon in your through

Left too short im smokin in the weight

Snoop shit forever, every night, every day

If you feelin this vibe you took hanes in the air

We high as the moon, motherfucka we there

One love to the homies, one took for the soul

This that real shit yeah now let it roll

Got the top on wind blowin trough my brate

Sirse about but my mind in the shades

Fuck the drama, let it fade like yesterday news

Im posted with the crew sippin Gin & Juice

Bitches loud the vibe say i move like a ghost'

Roll another one keep the circle close