Released: April 20, 2011

Songwriter: Curren$y The Alchemist

Producer: The Alchemist

[Intro: Full Metal Alchemist snippet]

[Verse]
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I call my brother Sun cause he shine like noon time
Alaska on the turnpike, maneuvering minds GT5, my nerves is ice
And I wouldn't change none of it in hind sight, believe this
Cause if I wouldn't have been that then I wouldn't be this
Inspiration for niggas who out there chasing that paper
Walkin the walk, and running over them haters
Outline it in chalk, the conversation is deaded
Cause I'm living for the loot and you wasn't talkin no bread bitch
Cake all layerish, playa all himalayerish, got the 420 vision
Rollin doobies up, rollin doobies up, up in the incision
Moroccan furnishings, projection screens built in my ceilings
I spit the picture so vivid because I'm really livin
This jet life, tennis shoes and tuxedos
Them other fools ain't fly, they fuckin mosquitoes
Don't work, they just cryin, whine, fuckin pinot grigio
You need to get on your grind
Stack a stack of dead people that done done some presidential time
For that cash I brung a claim tag, this is mine
Fuck you doin with that..dough
AZ holdin the baby, peepin the whole scene, I'm bout to blow
You know...