They've been wondering if I'm gon' show

Shit, you already know-ow-ow-ow

Where you been? Where you at? Where you headed?

This shit started to disappear, oh no-o-o-o

I'm right here, yeah

Shit, right back to the basics

Sound like I'm right back in the basement

Tryna put my neighborhood on

Six in the morning (Yeah, six in the morning)

Until six in the morning (Best believe I'm on it)

Man I'm working so hard

When the check hit the bank, shit, I ain't even notice

I live in the future

I'm blind to the moment

I, I, you ain't gotta say

Oh you ain't gotta lay around, we own it

And I remember when I was young, just a front runner

I was fucking with them drums like every summer

Homies couldn't make it out the hood, make a nigga wonder

But I couldn't let Compton take a nigga under

No way, no how, can't stop

Had, bigger dreams for this hip-hop

I'm happy, it was music and not Ziplocs

And now we, bringing crowds like it's Woodstock

I might as well wipe down the crown I done put up in the attic

I don't play around, lotta niggas coming through the door

Not too many stay around

Lot of artists made it, yeah, god damn man I made a sound

Oh you ain't never seen a legend do it? Hold up, homie wait around

I've been on the verge since a nigga put it down

And if we talking numbers, fuck Billboard charts

So they can start with the bank accounts

I've been away

But I see y'all still ain't catch us

Anything you do can't impress us

I won't let up on it

They gonna say

Anything because they hate us

And the fact that they can't break us

I will never let up

I'm going, yeah I'm going

(I'm going, better believe I'm going) Oh

(I'm going) Oh

It's time to get back to business

This shit realer than rap

Somewhere trapped where you can find me at

Got thirteen in my strap

And I keep this bitch with me whatever town we at

I'm killing these niggas, was never feeling these niggas

Went from a million to ten figures I gross

Getting back to the business and in the back of a Bentley

I'm thinking, "Damn how far can I go?"

Well, if my nigga Dre can get a bill

That let me know that it's hope for a nigga still

And many more showing love for my art form

When the ATL, the trap shit is on board, hold up (Bankhead!)

Think they gave the wrong nigga money when they let me in

If it wasn't meant for me, they shouldn't have let me sit

The explanation for all the devilish shit we did

I'm grinding, handling my business nigga

So many miles in the air

Pardon me, I'm standing on my paper

Up, up and away-er

One way ticket to the ozone layer

Don't you wanna roll where there ain't no mid around?

Take you to another atmosphere, smoke this

Smoke this (Roll it up, roll it up, get a lighter)

Smoke this (Roll it up, roll it up, get a lighter)

I can change your atmosphere

I can change your atmosphere

Get your girl to feel my Johnson (Roll it up)

Smoke this (Break it down, roll it up, get a lighter)

Smoke this (Roll it up, get a lighter)

I can change your atmosphere, atmosphere

Smoke this