Forget the ones that forget you.

We the new aftermath niggas after fame I just have to laugh Niggas after fame Im after cash.

Yous a fan Im a player Im the man yous a hater And I only smoke papers so you tell that Im taylored.

Everything I got on I was made for everything that I got I done came for all the shit that you see I done slaved for all the cars and the crib yeah.

Shades on cause Im fucking faded buying all the bottles show the club we made it.

Grade A Im smoking honor roll all my clothes smell like cronic smoke.

Im tatted like a cholo nigga act crazy my dogs go loco Kush got me moving slow mo with my nigga problem thats my bro bro.

Weeded hella conceited if it aint about money nigga I dont need it.

Grade A Im smoking honor roll all my clothes smell like cronic smoke.

Came in through the back doe 10 mil this year on the low low.