This is for those who wanna thrive, not just exist
To survive and surpass all the shyt
Ferraris and a bad bytch, pillow-top mattress
Daydreamin 'bout paper advancement
Gettin up, gettin to it, really puttin the plan in action
The result is the boss smokin gas, mashin
On the interstate blazin' reminiscin laughin
Smilin at all memories,
even the bad ones
Cause at least we had 'em
Some of us made it, some of us immortalized in murals
Lookin to the pavement
Candles in the spot homie was slayed in
I shed a tear with my top down it was raining