Lyrics:

Yo, I found a message in my red stripe
It said 'whoever reads this better live they fucking life'
I took a sip, shook my head and said 'they fucking right'
And now I live it to the fullest, yeah I'm outta sight

Out of my mind, on my grind each and every night
If you can see me now you probably have that hater frown
With your hater friends, hating when we hit your town
Smoking with the baddest bitches loving how we put it down

Breakfast club, double whopper, have some coke and smile
Whatever gets the party poppin', give an inch I take a mile
Some pimpin' shit, if you see a ho I turn her out
Add her to the roster, this ain't 'bout no steak and lobster
I'm a motherfucking monster smoking chronic like a rasta...
-fari I'm so sorry you mistake me for a mobster
Because of the Ferrari that I'm standing by (impostor)
Never, way to clever, plus we selling at your concert

(This) hotel California residue
It makes every night unforgettable
I'm riding in the *(?)* saying 'fuck 'em all'
Like how we get to heaven with no luck at all
Old school church in a single ride (?)
My granny head down like somebody died
My old man crying while he testified
And they don't let me speak cause they swear I lie (?)
But I ain't told nothing but the truth
I just question what you're saying
If you can't produce proof
I say a prayer for you
I don't know a truce (?)
And your rappin' ass dick is ****(?)****

We on oxys, roxys, thirties(?), sixties, zanies, mollys
Whoppers, mary, paca, cockers, ruggers (?), lawyers, doctors