Home Run

Young fly ass niggas...

Only one place for niggas like us: at the top

Ill...

It's loyalty, when will you niggas learn?

My cousin died, his ashes got urned

13 old, did what he had to do

He told me it was cool, just make sure he got shoes

Just a little something to have a train of thought

19, he was the reason a nigga had a knot

My early teens all up in the club

Poppin bottles of bub, and I'm good with the plug

I had a life way before my life now

I'm talking 50 joints and a couple pounds

Stashing choppers, that's with 100 rounds

Outfield to home plate: the way the gun em down

I really live it, I let em talk about it

Early morning routine: they got the house around it

Let em say they live it, but it's really me

One thousand: you know I gotta keep a G

[Hook - Wiz Khalifa]

Lot of weed smoke, and a lot of bottles

Homie on the weed smoke get a lot of dollars

Homie that's how we get down...

Started from the bottom now we 1st class boarding

Nigga be the show be on the flight in the morning

Homie that's how we get down...

It's off of the boat

Let em preach it, I had it

That money and weed, my life in the balance

I'm cool with the owner, eating sea food with his daughter

But before we had dinner, I was up early with joggers

Just a couple of pounds, I burn that in some days

Getting trippy with ratchets like the party I raised

Getting money with niggas who wouldn't fuck with you clowns

And for a couple stacks, young'uns be dumping them rounds

Fuck the price of them bottles cause we do it real

Couple shooters on the building, let em know to kill

From the know you for real

That's your city still

4800, my block cold-hearted you chill

So fuck what you think, this shit paying my bills

I just keep it G, you suckas be faking for real

Faking like you rich, but never had to pitch

Knowing damn well your dad a ho

You son of a bitch!

4800 - woop!

[Hook - Wiz Khalifa]