Yeah that's it.

Yeah! Uh.

Where haven't we....

Uh.Know the planes and the,

Taylor Gang and the...haha.

Fast cars with bad broads in 'em,

I proceed to smoke these trees

And stuff piles of cheese in my 501 denim, where they b******t begins

I end them

And nope,

I don't hear these niggas trippin'

Closing the cabin door and reving up all my engines

The w**d is rolled, the drink is cold

It's new to you, to me it's old

C-E-O, these off brand niggas aint really the future,

Ms. CleoHigh when

I approach, been known, to leave w**d crumbs and trails of

Sour D smoke

The irony, of suckas who predicted the planes land and know they wanna fly with me

I just let it boost my confidence, roll another joint, drop pilot sh*t.

This aint the life that we chose, but it's the life that we living

Know we belong on the top, but we aint trippin'.'

Cause we'll get there in a minute

And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute

Know we belong on the top but we aint trippin'.'

Ask me if

I plan to be roof top chillin' with some pretty a** women, you'd be glad to meet

Trees stuffed in the passenger seat, charge it to my phone, 'couple changes of clothes

And the OG told me all haters expose they self, so it's best to leave it alone

Pop the cork, put the tree in the bone

Been here for a minute you niggas just catchin' on

Master of the craft,

I've grown

Haters trail the path,

I've flown

It's obvious, suckas talk down but we aint trippin'

Hoes f**k with us, say we different

At my hotel chillin', bad women come to fill my m*******a perscription

You niggas know the biz, it's

This aint the life that we chose, but it's the life that we living

Know we belong on the top, but we aint trippin'.'

Cause we'll get there in a minute

And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute

Know we belong on the top but we aint trippin'.'

Cause we'll get there in a minute.