[Intro: Meyhem Lauren & Hologram]:
Yeah, yo, uh, yeah yeah, uhuh, yo, my n***a Dirty, True 2 Life shit, yo, my n***a Stacks, my n***a Daves, yeah, QU to LA and back, my n***a Ken (ouah, ouah!), swervin' on these n***as, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]:
7:50 swervin', rug's Persian, it's perversion
Pushin' papers, it's persuasive, paranoid in different places (Uhuh)
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' watched, followed and tacked
The chains on my neck sign the hollow tips in my gat
Word to mother, word to brother, word to father, I'm ill (Insane)
My shooter gon' get you on camera then come home on a pill (He's out)
Executive suites, scotts with steeps
Baby mothers tryna slug us, make some stocks with bleach, make knots increase (All day)
Connect the dots on the best o' blocks, makin' necks in drops
Cut the cake, scrape the plate, now we invest in stocks
Self-motivated, you hate it, I'm elevated (Yeah)
And brought a pill in gets? stores? while Reggiano gettin' graded (Jesus)
It's tradition in this kitchen rippin' basil
Same suckas tryna take shots that used to praise you (Fuck 'em, uh)
That used to praise you (ouah, ouah!), same suckas tryna take shots that used to praise you

[Chorus x2: Hologram & Meyhem Lauren]:
Smoke a pound or two then we go to Malibu
Smoke a pound or two then we go to Malibu
I'm just tryna make the money grow
Yeah! Ohh!
[Verse 2: Hologram]:
Everybody lookin' for a plug, but I need a outlet (Yeah)
I'm recordin' new music, but it ain't come out yet (Not yet)
GPS might be wrong, so get yo' route checked (Get yo' route checked, yeah)
I study maps then I go find a treasure chest (Uh)
I run laps in the desert best
I spit venom in tailor-made denim
Made chicken Français when life give you lemons
I ran outta pot, so I'm sippin' on this Vodka
I'm feelin' like Pac, now I'm proper (Ay!)
Catch me ridin' down sunset when the sun set
Meyhem and Hologram got all the rest worried
We remind y'all of Steph and Seth Curry
I wish my dad was here feelin' like down
Y'all fuck n***as go to Hell (Pack yo' bags, n***a)

[Chorus x2: Hologram & Meyhem Lauren]:
Smoke a pound or two then we go to Malibu
(You heard right, n***a)

[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]:
Uh, yo, compliment the bottles from spots you couldn't enter
Off the ree?, out the block 'bout to post like a center
Rockin' Duncans while I'm lookin' like Kareem
If I ain't out in Vegas, I'm in Brooklyn with the team
Over compensated when I'm takin' in light
You dirtbags interrupt, be callus? 'sposed to be white (Haha)
[Verse 4: Hologram]:
On top of the animal kingdom, full stomach (I'm not hungry)
6 feet tall weigh about 200 (Uh)
New money, we run it, who want it (Who run it?)
Listen I'm the type to bounce on 12 (Okay)
Ain't never lose the gun or the ounce I sell (Keepin' that shit)
Make a wish and throw a penny in the fountain well (It's good, [?])

[Chorus x2: Hologram & Meyhem Lauren]:
Smoke a pound or two then we go to Malibu (Yeah)

[Outro]:
I went to sleep fightin' my demons the other night, but it's okay, I had a good rest, then I woke up when God told me too