We all going

Well, should I do this, really? They be like ooh that's silly

I stare up at my ceiling, I try to find that feeling

They wanna stop my healing, I never pop those pillies

Cuz I know God might kill me, I mean

I'm a misfit wit big dreams

Lonely be the clique, we the dream team

Anybody fold, we might send 'em to guillotine

We be rocking out, like Chris and like PnB

LA sessions in the stu, don‘t question it

Steady making hits like I'm Mayweather, flexing quick

Gotta be patient, when the money coming in soon

We are not basic, we just doing what we gotta do

Yea I got a lot to prove, maybe want the honor too

Steady getting cream, honey's sweeter than the guava juice

If I wanna scream, get the auto tune

Black limousine stretching out, that's a lot room

Shutting down as my mind opens

Still falling with chill poems, my palm swollen

I'm all-knowing, the ball rolling, the car golden

If I blow up, you best know, we all going