when I pass away, Amma ride this fuckin wave ,to the end of my fuckin days, to my mah fuckin grave, i remember trappin, smokin on dat haze wakein up every morning trying figure out how am gonna make it thru day's. out here stacking up my cake sellin dem 8's , in dat chaingang snatching niggas chain's , am makein this money rain, niggas ain't same shooting niggas in da close and that long range, a young nigga tryna stay maintain , but if you want da smoke we blow fuckin Brian's, every since my people's died it haven't been da same, all my niggas who was locked up now they doing same thing these niggas don't want chage yeah, yeah, that wave.