Wassup

Yeahh.
 Some old school shit
 When uhhhh, you be at the lunch table
 Ha ha ha
 This that right here
 Uh yeah
 I put my team on
 Now we in the game but I memba days when I ain't have no-one to lean on
 I learned to hold my own
 And sing the skys the limit, take a hundred dollar bill and make a paper plane
 And try to make a name
 And when ya done giving ya all you give ya everythang
 You got what it takes
 I told the world my song
 They lovin it
 You can't tell me nothin cause my whole clique stuntin
 Boy wassuppp
 Yeahhhhhh So where ya goin, ya lifes on a road
 From the party to the plane and ya names in the light show
 You find your way back home, away from all the pressure and a women tryin to stress you
 Find a new one
 You've reached a new phase
 They got you lookin at tomorrow like a new stay
 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 wassuppp
 Yeahhhhhh And I hop up out the bed
 Grab my iPhone
 Put some kush in the swisha
 Roll one up
 When you live the star life
 Gotta go hard so you workin all night, sleep when the sun come up
 Yeahhhhhh Hahaha
 Yeah
 Okayyyyyyy