I got a backpack, shades, and a heart that's made of gold And the title of my life: \"The Best Story Ever Told\" and I think that I'm doing alright So what if I wake up late and party all night? I'm doing fine
Pale skin shawty, clay chain hanging All these haters like to talk But I'm still something they can't hang with they blogging at their home I'm out on paid vacation And I would name em all by name But that's my time that they've been wasting So I'm kicking back, hanging out Really ain't shit that I'm worried bout I'm just paying my bills, and my mama bills too Your problems seem so basic now Me and my team getting fading now But they're now playing bout while we wait around Two shows one day three tests for the weekend We can't even make it now It seems so funny that they hating what we moving It's kind of crazy, that they chasing what we doing It's kind of lame all these other rappers choose it And start hating on the girls starting to fuck with the movement Come on man, we do it!
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Hype around snowy anything I say I mean Anything I spit is real as me Anything I do is from my team So we just kicking back making move Hold to get a break for a day or two And even then I got bizz, when I handle in the bit Then is back up on road trip with the wake up crew We woke, we smoke, we wake the game up And we know we go, so go, the game gon' change up This little chick from San Jose'a And I'm taking over mind is made up And I ain't gonna stop, till I cop me a guap Found mansion somewhere rich as fuck And I'm just dreaming big, having fun Still one of the cool kids Then I tell mom that I'm gonna get paid Then I'm stopping all the bullshit Cause she know she know the money I'm using Till the bills is off of my music And she finally coming around, I told her \"Come on man, we do this!\"