Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
Blessings, bitches in my section
Young with all this money, I’m obsessive, weapons
Turnin’ off y’all extras, turnin’ off this bullshit direction
Turnin’ up my grind, wakin’ up to mo’ pressure
But it’s all in yo’ mind, so I never feel pressure
Knew it’s all in due time, now hundreds stackin’ like tetris
Hussle hard is my masses and double back and get extras
Know I spazz when I catch it
Yellow bone white Lexus, all black tint, two white cups, fat gold chains, Sprite Texas
I’m just young and I'm reckless, I'm just on for my section
I'm just out here on top speed, with my top down and I'm reving
I don’t know about Hell, I don’t know about Heaven
All I know is 'bout right now and this lifestyle is interestin'
Iced down in my section, I just write these confessions
Niggas die, they get life around me, I guess that I’m an exception
Blessing
Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
Blood, I’m in the streets with my Cuban on
In my Benz with my music on
Old friends like "watchu been on?" shit, I’ve been on my grind
I ain’t usually home, focused, I ain't usin’ phones
Lately I’ve been usin’ songs, to get my point across
While niggas ’round me lose it all, but that’s your coin to toss
I guess I always knew the bull
And as this world revolves I’m crackin’ ‘cause I do my job
From fuckin’ hood rats to fuckin’ stars
Spendin’ all cash to slidin’ cards, it’s the definition of livin’ large
Smokin’ top flight in the biggest cars
Told you '08 this shit was ours, gettin’ this cake
Yeah nigga, to gettin’ more
Look at this world young nigga, it's really yours
Nigga this really mine, my niggas is really ford
Them building's is really high, them cars is really foreign
And all I see is
Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
Yeah, early morning off that flight though
We gon' go hard then get right bro
It seems simple, that's not life though
10 years later I'm all right though
Look, these niggas act like they don't like dough
They be mad 'cause niggas shine bright though
Look, I got a Ruger and a Bryco
But I'mma let you pick which way tonight go
I got my dough right, plus the right goal
I mean it's legal, pay taxes to them white folks
My precedures stay crackin 'til my light's low
Then when I die, blue rag around my rifle
Hunnid thousand in my coffin, that's just light dough
Play a Stevie Wonder song, smoke some flight bro
Crack a pint of Act then pour in some Sprite bro
Until that day I'm walking toward whats in my sight though
'Cause all I see is
Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
