Maybe I was wrong, maybe I was right Maybe obey, maybe don't sprite Maybe don't hate on some shit you never knew about All these motherfuckers in the gutter took the sewer route I'm tryina speak truth, I'm tryina get through All the while still find time to get loose All the while still tryina make my way to Idlewild Green grass, thick milfs smoking, call 'em pot-o-files I be fucking bars up, especially when I'm charged up Backseat blogging, big body on the Charger Two-tone rebel, like some level-headed armor Fucking up some destiny, indebted to the karma I can pedal backwards, I don't rock a fixed gear I don't need to pump brakes, I just stay in sixth gear Yeah Cold chilling, winning, some losses If you never took an L, then you'll never be a boss Fuck plan B We got plan A And hell yeah, I be going for it all day They concede, we conceive, let the band play Only give it up for a seed or my death day I'm tryina move dreams out, tryina see the dream house While they all gassed up, we be in the greenhouse Yeah Cold chilling, winning, some losses If you never took an L, then you'll never be a boss No plan B We got a plan A And hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day Foolproof mirrors, lights so bright That money look good and that song sound nice And I don't see a reason overfiending for a fight So I'm playing these cards, hope I'm playing them right Right, yeah But no prob with it, I just bob with it Step out thankful, hell yeah, I got a job in it Like Black Rob, we oh, 'd just like woah With a hand to the sky for shit we don't know 'Cause we take our dreams, put 'em in 3D Take 'em out that box, put 'em in that street Let 'em do that work, let 'em all