S.D.L.

I work hard for everything, so why not salute They say a grind pays baby, all I got is proof And a Swedish broad badder than my main bitch Cigarillo rolled, you smell it when it ain't lit She don't cook well, but she give me sweet brain Make a rapper turn singer like T-Pain Got her stayin' up late wakin' up, bake And to think this the life that I chose Arguing with attendants who've shorted my flight clothes And every girl I fuck, feel like her boyfriend might know Smokin' all this weed as it smells, my weed come in barrels Fuck wit bitches who fiend for Gucci and need her Chanel Nigga, I'm higher off life so my eyes low Can't wait to see what's in the future but I drive slow And wait for the picture Hated, now they say I can't miss like mister Chorus: Wiz Khalifa All of this smokin' Oh you, got me thinkin' And all of this dreamin', I'm supposed to Live life like, the weekend Don't know where I'm goin' Cause I'm gone, On to Show you succeeding Yeah I've been livin', Smokin' Smokin' Dreamin' Livin' Verse Two: Curren$y I go to sleep with a picture of a Porche on my wall Nigga I'm tryna come up on ya'll Pop the trunk n front him my car, in front of your broad She reconsidering her decision to fuck wit ya I think it because of the Possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside, front row of anything Livin my life simultaneously in this dream Shit goin so good I swear Airplanes stack change wit the gang, Taylor Wings spread over cities, leave shadows everywhere I care less about industry mingling Niggas was WWF wrestlers, court jesters and cross dressers I got them cross-trainers, Nike, SB Niggas can't fill my shoes I'ma nicer MC I had a dream that I caked up Tried to roll a joint, and count a million when I wake up JETS, Nigga Chorus