[Intro]
 Uhhhh
Riiiight

 [Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Flying down the westside, joint in my ear
 One 'bout to get lit up, I'm 'bout to make it disappear
In thin air, feeling untouchable;
 Tommy Buns, sincere. You think I give a [bad word]  About a red light? Niggas can't do it, so they dead tight
 Hating on a young slick [bad word] that's gettin' it
 Fly [bad word]  I mastered it. Nothing like your average
 Cookie [bad word] bucket, low-life Paris sniffs
[bad word] got to eat. Paraphernalia In my boxer briefs
It's monopoly, I need property
I ain't tryna end up like them previous lames
 Caught up, no bail money, slumped in the game
 Watch niggas lives flush down the drain
 The results of not playin' they lane
Old head asked, "DZA, you in it for the money or fame?"
 I said, "I'm in it for the legacy" - triple my change, [bad word]  (right)

 [Hook: Smoke DZA]
Minus the bull, life is great
 Super high, out of space
Mind blown, got me on freeze
 Plus everybody got they own trees
Its a personal party
 (uh)
 Light up at ya own pace, cause its a personal party
 (uh)
 I'm taking this one to the face, cause its a personal party
 (pause)

 [Verse 2: Curren$y]
Uh, too hard for paper
 Write these rhymes on a steel plate. His words hold weight [bad word]  spitta! From El Salvador to the L. 'Jet Life' on the billboard. Never forget that day
Man, everything going just as planned
 My driver rollin' up at the airport cause I'm finna land
My girl at my hide-out; cheffin' up, she hear that door slam?
 That [bad word] wettin' up, as I'm steppin' up
She rippin' off her clothes for Spitta to tear it up
Now homie is it clear enough?
 I say 'Get money, [bad word] [bad word]  cause I get money: these [bad word] wanna [bad word]  Now is it clear enough? Homie is it addin' up?

 [Hook: Smoke DZA]
Minus the bull, life is great
 Super high, out of space
 Mind blown, got me on freeze
Plus everybody got they own trees
 Its a personal party
 (uh)
 Light up at ya own pace, cause its a personal party
 (uh)
 I'm taking this one to the face, cause its a personal party
 (pause)

 [Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Right, levitating on V-Don's beat
 Get Well Soon, 'Kush God' speed
 Got these niggas sick, taken long z's
 Matter fact, this one's on me
For everybody that I lost this year:
 You know love is due, this one's for you
Indecisive, I got choices. Voice of the voiceless
 I speak for the unheard, y'ain't got to say one word
 I got you, be a fake [bad word] - not to
 Nobody keep it real like I do
 Everybody's prey in this game of survival, do or die
 Niggas don't abide [bad word]  it's a cold world
 Ain't nothing else to do but pray
 Little [bad word] got shot in the mouth broad day yesterday
 Life - what it's worth to you?
 Questions deep enough for me to light a personal
 DZA