Uh, rolling up the grass, living better than them niggas
That I used to look up to, I can show you how to come up
Yeah, I came up from the gutter to a condo out in Hollywood
Where the weathers good and the parties always popping up or
Somebody be dropping off some trees
I mean I got enough to go around everything for the free so you ain´t gotta
Smoke with me and my homies down to go at any one town and get this paper
I swear ain´t nobody do me no favours
Twisting up the medicine, shitting on my competition
Easy part´s forgetting, but the hardest part´s to try forgiving
Niggas for mistaking me, or thinking I was one to wait up on
Cause I was young thought I was dumb
Nigga, what you made´s a photographic memory
Now look at my wife, she got a pornographic figure
And my autograph is bigger to your nieces and your nephews
And those other ones not to mention your niggas
You caught ‘em repping Taylor Gang with us

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I see TMZ cameras, paparazzi taking pictures
I spark up a J and ask ‘em if they wanna take one with us
Made man, ain´t nobody make a nigga
‘Bout to book a flight to Vegas, tryna take one with us
You niggas too small dawg, me I´m thinking bigger
Critics comment on how I´m smoking weed and drinking liquor
Or how I was nominated, but not the winner
But you should start counting on how much I made this year

Yeah nigga, I´m up in the air, nigga
And the shit that I got on cost some money to wear, nigga
Owner of the team, I ain´t even a player, nigga
Four hours up, niggas ain´t caring now it´s getting dark for you niggas it ain´t even fair, nigga
Blowing hella dank, I mean so much I think it´s growing out my hair
The weed is in the jar, the grinder is over there