Rolling through the city, got my homie by my side,

Rolling through the city, got my homie by my side, (2) We’re stacking paper high, yeah, we living that ride, (3) From the block to the top, we ain’t never gonna stop, (4) Dreams in our pockets, watch the haters drop. (5) Late nights, street lights, plotting on the grind, (6) Loyalty and trust, man, that’s hard to find, (7) Pull up in the whip, got the bass turned loud, (8) We the kings of the game, yeah, we drawing a crowd. (9) Countin’ all this cash, watch the numbers climb, (10) We the real deal, baby, we ain't wasting time, (11) Haters wanna talk, but we brush it off like dust, (12) In my homie's eyes, I see that iron trust. (13) Got the hustle in our blood, yeah, we born to win, (14) Every setback's just a setup for the next big spin, (15) Side by side, we gon' conquer the scene, (16) With my homie in the game, you know we living the dream.