[Verse 1]
Champagne and weed all a fat n*gga need
Born in California, that’s the home of the trees
Mom used to love Pac, she used to play him in the whip
I be saying all the words and she never used to trip
Got a problem with my brother and I’m swinging off the rip
Made a hundred off my tapes, I used to think that was a drip
Fans said quietest kept, you n*ggas sweet
Magic music maker, all started with a beat
Used to smell weed coming out my mamas room
Now I got my own weed and it’s coming soon
First girl I ever like taught me how to roll a swisher
Smoked hella weed with her but I never ever kissed her
Favorite Jordans still the ones or the fours
Promotors still stuffing tiles underneath them doors
Hella charges on my visa, smoking out that floor
Prerolls by the dozen and I still want more
Gazelle frame rocking, male groupies, they be jocking
Prerolleds on the bus, in private club we trust
Growing up, favorite team was the Bengals
Now I’m balling by myself, ten chains getting tangled