[Intro: KidBlaize]
Huh! When it's all said and done
Wait! I don't think you guys know
We all born kings, we all born gifted
So all i ask, is when i'm gone
When my story being told? Let my name be written in Gold
[Verse 1: KidBlaize]
Uh! wake up, smoke up, time to grind bro
My weed greener than envy, so my eyes low
Cash we blow like girls on allen, what you say?
Rollie on my wrist, say it's time to get paid
Levitate, eliminate, these fake niggas tryna block my green
Y'all stay on twitter, I'm just out here following dreams
Uh! I'm just tryna get some
No condoms on, but I'm making income
What point is being the one, if you're the only one that knows it?
My point of view is pointing to you that the boy is chosen
It's amazing how I'm blazing, I'm mason, I'm feeling free!
I was chasing the bitches, now the bitches chasing me!
Hay! cos we tryna get made
Now our songs all like girls, cos they all getting played
Get some vodka, and some OJ, ciroc till we okay
Ammunition like a tank, boy I'm heading to the top
What? They praying that i fall now
What? Won kere, won kere o
Get some timbs on, i grind on
They told me no, then i turned it around
Then i told them that I'm on {What}
[Hook: KidBlaize]
Small boys what you know about this
Money to the ceiling, make it by the millions
Small boys what you know about this
Gettin blazed at the shrine, tour the sky with my guys now
Last of a dying breed, tryna get some green
Last of a dying breed, tryna get some green
Last of a dying breed, tryna plant some money trees
If you wanna kick it, we could kick it, tell me what it is
[Verse 2: KidBlaize]
Takeover! That's my preposition
Concentrating, cos the money taking is the mission
Till the assets worth millions in my acquisition
Imma be spitting and killing any fucking competition
Put your Head in to the game, and tell me what you see boy
Don't you see a nigga hustling, tryna get it boy
Lasgidi my city {boy}, I be reppin' for my city boy
Trace me to the base, I bring sound to my city boy
Till I bring it on, get my hustle on, Gidi city know i run
They told me no, then i turned it around
Then i told them that I'm on
I'm the man like dela, I just lead my people on
Plus I step like a dad, adopting a new son
Fuck it! You could love me or hate me, it's nothing
Always been the kind of dude to make something out of nothing
So many dead presidents, my wallet is a coffin
So i cop a couple watches for these bitches like it's nothing
I'm micheal jordan I'm balling, this Rose that we pouring
The clothes we wearing be foreign, I'm killing everything, sorry
So I'm bouta blow, niggas know I'm bouta blow
So I get my on, and I get my doe
And these niggas know I'm saying shit, cos I'm gone
[Hook: KidBlaize]
Small boys what you know about this
Money to the ceiling, make it by the millions
Small boys what you know about this
Gettin blazed at the shrine, tour the sky with my guys now
Last of a dying breed, tryna get some green
Last of a dying breed, tryna get some green
Last of a dying breed, tryna plant some money trees
If you wanna kick it, we could kick it, tell me what it is
