Wassup

Yeah Some old school shit When uhh, you be at the lunch table This that right here Uh yeah I put my team on Now we in the game But I remember days when I ain't have no one to lean on I learned to hold my own They sayin' the sky's the limit Take a hundred dollar bill and make a paper plane And try to make a name And when you're done giving your all You give your everything You got what it takes I told the world my song They lovin' it You can't tell me nothin', cause my whole clique's stuntin' Boy wassup Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah So where you goin', your life's on a road From the party to the plane and your name's in the light show You find your way back home Away from all the pressure and that women tryin' to stress you Find a new one You've reached a new phase They got you lookin' at tomorrow like a new state And not a new day To some it may seem wrong But fuck it, 'cause I'm good weed puffin' And my whole team stuntin' Boy wassup Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Then I hop up out the bed Grab my iPhone Put some kush in the swisher Roll one up When you live the star life Gotta go hard, so you workin' all night Sleep when the sun come up Yeah, yeah Ha, ha, ha Yeah Okay