Bet I had a joint in my hand when I wrote this
Like she join in the bed, she blow it by the O
When I hit the studio it´s ferocious
Fifty thousand at my show, you doing hostings
What I been doing all these years? I been coasting

Never put my foot on the brake, my mind´s open
Son getting big, just had a daughter if you ain´t know this
´Bout to catch my second wind, my run´s far from over
Smoke kush every day, I stay far from sober
Bring the champagne and coasters
Rolling J´s like posters
We gave a lot to the game so they owe us
I´ll turn a girl into a paper plane roller
Don´t tell me what to do, gang, you can´t control us
Fifteen plus and ain´t foldin´
Make a chain then make another chain colder
Your new tapes ain´t better than my old ones
Bring more kush ´cause we need whole ones
If the dogs come, these P´s will make their nose run

Young Khalifa man, the one you got the smoke from
Private planes, we flown ´em
All cars, we drove ´em
All pounds, we grow ´em

You could smoke all the kush you want
You could make all the rules you want
You could wake up and do what you want
I´m just tryna put you on
You could smoke all the kush you want
You could make all the rules you want
You could wake up and do what you want
I´m just tryna put you on