When I Get There

[Verse 1]
Purple weed and cloudy skies
Audi rides, used to have to troop but now we drive
Now we fly, ball, fly bitches, now we vibe
New movie starring yours truly, make the party live
The mommy's call me Daddy, I call them now and then
Tell 'em bring their girlfriends through
Line 'em up in the shower then it's right back to usual
Excuse how I excuse you?
But you thought I was lookin' at you, I was lookin' through you
Through my eyes I see things clearer, could it be my Bentley nearer?
Hammer under chincilla, chill the fuck out 'fore we kill ya!
I'm no where near familar, life is realer when you're speedin', weedin'
Lockin' house, you need my reality for the evenin'
Even when you're at the top the bottom calls
Every summer body drops, still right out there by the mall
Pop my bands and buy it all for my hands in front of coals
Lot of grands then I'm involved
Problem man? I'll get it solved
Spick and span, no problem

[Chorus]
Weed it up, hammer down, that's how we roll (That's how we roll)
Devil wanna take me now, but I ain't goin' (I ain't goin')
Too many already down, feel like I owe 'em (Like I owe 'em)
Fuck your head nod and your pounds, show love to no-one
When I get to the top (Get to the top), all way to the top (Way to the top)
I'ma shit on you (Shit on you), then climb back down
Just so I can spit on you (Spit on you)
It's pitiful (It's pitiful)
The shit they do (The shit they do)
When they get through (When you get through)

[Verse 2]
Ugh
You used to count a nigga out, remember that to this day
Haven't seen me since I made it, rather have it this way
Hung up my Jersey for a minute now I'm back in the play
Back in that zone where I'm snappin', rappin' like back in the day
In New York City and now California
S-Stylin on ya skinny nigga from around the corner
Then found the sauna, marijuana and my 2K bomber
Benz or recliner
Man, I arm her with my rear persona and riot armor
Work magic, don't make me try it on ya
Halla Kasaam, Cabaam, Shazaam
Now take cover fast as ya can
Man, fuck you sucka niggas and your R.I.P. tatt's
South Side, see sleep and breath that, we back
I had it hard, don't call me lucky, call me lots of money
My flow ain't from this time, more like two thousand twenty
Bitch, take the space up, back the fuck up, I'ma need some room
You know the order, bag 'em, tag 'em, let the G's run through 'em

[Chorus]
Weed it up, hammer down, that's how we roll (That's how we roll)
Devil wanna take me now, but I ain't goin' (I ain't goin')
Too many already down, feel like I owe 'em (Like I owe 'em)
Fuck your head nod and your pounds, show love to no-one
When I get to the top (Get to the top), all way to the top (Way to the top)
I'ma shit on you (Shit on you), then climb back down
Just so I can spit on you (Spit on you)
It's pitiful (It's pitiful)
The shit they do (The shit they do)
When they get through (When you get through)