[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

I said I'm corporate thuggin', CTE

Until the day I die, that's the way it's gon' be

Thug Motivation, I'm bumpin' number 3

Blowin' on some killer shit that I got from Zone 3

Blowin' Orange Mound, yeah, we call it Tennessee

I'm good in every hood, everybody know me

So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm dreamin'

Pray for Uncle Ray, yeah, that nigga still beamin'

Lookin' fly in the cockpit, a nigga still leanin'

Money out here, so a nigga still schemin'

And I don't make music for the motherfuckin' critics

They don't understand cause they ain't motherfuckin' live it

And I ain't trippin' on The Source, I got a motherfuckin' plug

Keep your five mics, I'm still a motherfuckin' thug

Now the question is can a nigga really rap?

And the answer is, "You ever been to the trap?"

Bitch I make hits, you niggas waste time

And I be goddamned if I let you waste mine

Might change for the better, but I'm still strapped

Trigger-happy nigga, don't make me relapse

Attitude like "fuck it", they hatin' anyway

And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say

"You still talkin blow?" You goddamn right

What else I'm gon' say? That's my motherfuckin' life

I just left Jamaica, I'm talkin' Ochos Rios

Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas

Brought a few pills but that's only for the skeezers

Used my black card but that's only for the reefer

What's up! (Let's go)

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]

Not a day go by, that I ain't high

Hit the mall every day, nigga, I stay fly (So fly)

26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high (So high)

And I'ma keep it hood, homie, that's no lie

Not a day go by, that I ain't high

Hit the mall every day, nigga, I stay fly (So fly)

Get it how we live, yeah, we try to get by (So high)

We throw it all in the air, baby, that's no lie

What's up!

[Verse 2: Blood Raw]

Blood Raw, everybody love me (Yeah)

Blowin' on Jamaica, the boy corporate thuggin'

Glasses in the air, everybody toastin'

Don't get it fucked up, nigga, everybody totin' (Oh)

Posted with a broad, yeah, she blacker then an African

Hair down her back like she mixed with Italian (Hahahaha)

Mami so thick, man she look like a stallion

Introduced her to my partner, yeah it's on, so what's happenin'?

[Verse 3: Slick Pulla]

What's happenin'?

Dead presidents (Chea) briefcase full of 'em (Uh-huh)

Couldn't take a chance, we do it for the love of 'em (C'mon)

Livin' life fast (Yeah) we do it for the rush of it

Rubber band stacks, we do it for the touch of it (Okay!)

This shit don't stop (Stop)

Corporate Thuggin' nigga 'til my casket drop (Yeah)

Yams in the booth, did the same on the block (Block)

Don't blame me, I'm just tryna get a knot (Knot)

U.S.D.A.!

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]

Not a day go by, that I ain't high

Hit the mall every day, nigga, I stay fly (So fly)

26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high (So high)

And I'ma keep it hood, homie, that's no lie

Not a day go by, that I ain't high

Hit the mall every day, nigga, I stay fly (So fly)

Get it how we live, yeah, we try to get by (So high)

We throw it all in the air, baby, that's no lie

What's up!

[Outro]

So fly, so high

So fly, so high

So fly, so high

So fly, so high