Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Youngin had to get it, came up off that pavement
Youngin had to get it, came up off that pavement
Youngin had to get it, came up off that pavement
Youngin had to get it, came up off that pavement
Shit, came up from that dank strip
Climbing up the steps, now we elevating
To the top floor, penthouse, vacant
To the top floor, penthouse, vacant
[Verse 2]
I was crushing raw Michelin on my rims
I was in the cold, in the snow with my Tim's
Where were you was at when I was shooting in the gym?
First, second, third, fourth quarter, we gonna win
Shit, yeah, we going for the win
Shooters all around me, still attacking to the rim
Where were you was at when I was shooting in the gym?
First, second, third, fourth quarter, we gonna win
Shit, we going for the win
Ice up on me shining, put some diamonds on my limbs
Wilding in Toronto, I be flying like I'm Vince (Carter)
Where were you was at when I was shooting in the gym?
Five percent the tints when I'm riding in the whip
Product of the fish, put the product on the strip
Out of town driven, putting mileage on the whip
Out of town tripping like I'm climbing up a cliff
Dollars, I done fell in love with it, I need more
Problems, I can't get enough of 'em anymore
I can never trust a ho, no, not anymore
I can never trust a ho, no, not anymore
One hundred percentage all the time, that's what I kept it
You can never tell me when I buckled under pressure
I could never say I want the most and nothin' lesser
Had to take a step back and reflect on all my blessings
Do a hundred fifty steady, ain't no lane switching (Never)
I be riding with the same that I came with (Forever)
Two hundred forty-seven, never do I change shifts, ay
You know that there ain't a thing that I can't get, ay
'Member when they try to tell me that I ain't shit
Hundreds, keep 'em coming, now them bundles can't fit
I can tell you, I can tell you what that cane whip
Look me in my eyes, tell you what that pain is
[Verse 3]
Youngin had to get it, came up off that pavement
Youngin had to get it, came up off that pavement
Youngin had to get it, came up off that pavement
Youngin had to get it, came up off that pavement
Shit, came up from that dank strip
Climbing up the steps, now we elevating
To the top floor, penthouse, vacant
To the top floor, penthouse, vacant
Written by: Friyie