Boyz shit, nigga, you know what´s goin´ on
I ain´t doin´ shit, man
I´m just tryna stack this paper to the ceiling and live it up, my nigga

Ayy, I´m tryna live it up
Record label sent a contract, I ripped it up
Open up a pint, drop a six, this shit thick as fuck
I´ll slap fire on my granny if she spill my cup
This lil´ rap bitch keep beggin´ me to hit the Runtz
I´m rollin´ three-five ´Woods, actin´ stiff as fuck
Put my dickhead in her mouth, then licked the blunt
Bust a fat nut down her throat, then hit my cup
Bitch, I´m drinkin´ bar national
One-hand the drink for twenty minutes, got my arm crampin´
I prefer red more than the Actavis, that part nasty

I´m tryna live my best life, I had a hard past

Long nights sittin´ in that trap tryna get it up
I finally made it out that bitch, it´s time to live it up
Ridin´ jets, drivin´ foreign cars with the ceiling cut
Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts
Hit a nigga in his thigh and fuck his ceiling up
Put a nigga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
My nigga, I´m just tryna get it up

Long nights sittin´ in that spot finally paid off
The first Dumb and Dumb3r went crazy, I gotta thank Dolph
Yes, I ran off on the plug, but he got paid off

I ain´t got no work no more, bro, I got laid off
Hit a nigga in his top and knock his braids off
K´ll leave a nigga bald-head, knock his fade off
If I catch my bitch cheatin´, I´m cuttin´ the game off
Run up on a nigga and politely take his chain off
This bitch mine now, you gotta pay to get it back
Still talk my shit even if the beat laid back
Pop a nigga, cut the Starz on, then I lay back
Bro ain´t leave with the dope, but he can bring the ´caine back

Long nights sittin´ in that trap tryna get it up
I finally made it out that bitch, it´s time to live it up
Ridin´ jets, drivin´ foreign cars with the ceiling cut
Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts

Hit a nigga in his thigh and fuck his ceiling up
Put a nigga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
My nigga, I´m just tryna get it up

I´m tryna live life, they tryna put me in a box
The streets fell in love with my style ´cause it´s unorthodox
My head fucked up, I almost walked in court with Glock
Woke up, made five, and drunk a pint before four o´clock
Them long nights in that spot finally payin´ me
Strobe light on the chop, shit, I can´t even see
´Member bein´ broke, I couldn´t even get from A to B
Cappin´ when you rappin´, all that shit you sayin´ make-believe

Ridin´ down the strip in an S550
You see me with an opp, just shoot the car up, let him die with me
Used to drive a minivan, now I can drive Bentleys
We was broke as fuck, my nigga, couldn´t even divide a penny

Long nights sittin´ in that trap tryna get it up
I finally made it out that bitch, it´s time to live it up
Ridin´ jets, drivin´ foreign cars with the ceiling cut
Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts
Hit a nigga in his thigh and fuck his ceiling up
Put a nigga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
My nigga, I´m just tryna get it up