[Hook]
Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table, add it up
I'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)

[Verse 1: Los]
Uh, yeah, uh, okay
Shout out to my haters, waiters bring some shots of vodka
Here's a toast for every foe and all the things that tried to stop us
Blockers, knockers, now we park Impalas, hop out popping collars
"Damn Los, what you been up to homie?" "How bout clockin' dollars."
Shopping, copping, buying blinding diamond watches fly as pilots
Grinding, climbing, shining, dropping tops reclining, tires polished
Mileage low, gliding slow, seats way back, got tints on the ride
So fresh so clean, swag so high, fuck around leave footprints in the sky
I promise that, shorty holla back, she said "Gee, you be too fly."
Well I keep Gucci's on my feet because the G-You-See-Is-I
Get it? I did it, definitely better
I was climbing from the bottom, had to get my shit together
Now these bitches on my dick, because I'm finna get this cheddar
Middle finger to the critics, tell 'em pay a n***a better
But I'm mashin' in that Aston until I'm passing the red line
Flashbacks of my homies I lost to caskets and fed time
If you ain't help me out, I could give a fuck less
Revenge is sweet, I call it suc-cess
[Hook]
Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table, add it up
I'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)

[Verse 2: Twista]
I got you, Twista...
Feelin' so much hatred can't help if they time was wasted
Live life like I'm in the Matrix what I'm after I can taste it
Cause now it's 'Back To the Basics' lace it like a hand with aces
Places people things I got, get the bogus looks from n***as faces
Racist vapors, they don't like ballers
'Cause they know they can't do it like I do
He could spit venom when he rap then me too
Then I'mma spend about a stack for each shoe
Flow like a pimp and a mack and breeze through
In the Panamera, prepare a serenade, I'm finna get it
And I'm makin' sure that I get paid when I'm in it
You don't wanna have to deal with the ways of a menace
Every minute I could throw a bitch a hundred I could run it
If he want it I'mma kill him with a flow like scripture
Thank those that sent you posters and pictures of Los and Twista
Doses of liquor, I'm feelin' lov-e-ly, flowin' butterly
Better be ready we legacy killers or murderers poppin' you off
And then snatchin' ya body and bury the weapon and you better be scared of me
Heavily packin' artillery tools, to the top now let's see I'm close
I'm a never win an ESPY I'm gross, but I get money with ESPY dot Los
Dos, SS C-Notes, who forever gon' make them C-Notes
And we goin' in the club, spendin' all kind of money
Like we came out the casino cause my
[Hook]
Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table, add it up
I'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)

[Verse 3: Los]
Uh, yo...
Man, I'm just here to encourage you
Not tryna be spiritual, but I had the sudden urge to
Thank God for my miracles
'Cuz I made it through my cir-cumstances and had some terrible
Situations but innovations helped me find the words to
Help you get through your personal adversities, have mercy please
On those who tried to curse you, and nothing could reverse you
My big homie Twista told me I got one of the coldest flows
Can't wait to see you shit on n***as, I said homie, "Hold your nose!"
I can feel it in my stomach, the adrenaline building
So later for these bitch n***as and they feminine feelings
I done been in the building with venomous killers
Got strength left to push to the end and I'm willing
To hold my aim and just flame n***as
Know your lane in this game n***as
What I plan to do to rap is Novocaine, gone need painkillers
My lines is cocaine, my mind is propane
And blow your brains out, my rhymes is Cobain
Top pushed back, my ride need Rogaine
I been on my grind since the line in Soul Train
Just tryna go, across the board
Tryna blow, buy some Jordans
Rather flipping pies, or flipping rhymes
Haters live your life, 'cuz I'm living mine
[Hook]
Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table, add it up
I'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)