Carefree

Thrift shop boys, clothe pickin' like slavery
 Thirty-five millimetre, that's how it's suppose to be
 Rooftop, chillin' time, killin, watchin' sunsets
 Boom box, Arizona, Aux, cassette on tape deck
 We got our paint up on our walls
 Catch your homies when they fall
 Sneakin' in to all these concerts
 Drunk fools up on the floor
 I got some dirty workin' pants
 Paint splattered on my hands
 Steady workin' off my ass, savin' for the future plans
 Cruisin' with no fears, drinkin' while he steers
 Got the homies in the back seat, never let this end
 We got the Christ around our necks, mama wait a sec
 Working, grinding, cooking up without no dirty specs
 We got the 09 Mazda 3, freestyles on the beat
 Yeah, we always keep it fresh with them new kicks on our feet
 'Cause we soarin' like a rocket, got mullah in our pockets
 So call up all your homies, 'cause we about to kick it
 Living life, being carefree
 Focus on you, you focus on me
 With my team you can't compete
 Causin' good vibes while keeping the peace
 I need me a piece of that aspiration
 Lackin' confidence I'm hesitatin'
 In your heart and mind I see separation
 No change ain't easy but you gotta make it
 Ay, cutie, cutie, with the fat-ass booty
 Don't mean to interrupt, but I'm a little choosy, yeah
 So I pick you, and if you pick me then so will my chill crew
 Goin' for long ass drives, never leave no homies behind
 Gonna never ever stand in line, now watch your street
 We stealin' signs
 Always be pullin' them triggers just to get us everywhere
 Drivin' and shootin' and ballin', knowin' that my crew is there
 Flyin' to the stars, crashin' all these cars
 Always be fightin' with your friends, seein' who got them bars
 Cruisin' with no fears, drinkin' while he steers
 Got the homies in the back seat, never let this end
 We got the Christ around our necks, mama, wait a sec
 Workin', grindin', cookin' up without no dirty specs
 We got the '09 Mazda 3, freestyles on the beat
 Yeah, we always keep it fresh, got them new kicks on our feet
 'Cause we soarin' like a rocket, got mullah in our pockets
 So call up all your homies, 'cause we about to kick it
 All my homies drive, we be after dark cruisin'
 Don't dare break my chain, either win it or you lose it
 Crew on my back like my Jansport, baby
 Everything good, everything good, gravy