[Intro: Lord Sko]
Haha
Shit sound good for the soul, man, you know what I'm sayin'
Uptown shit [?]
Yeah

[Chorus: Lord Sko]
It's just something you can't understand
World is in my palm, the blunt is in the other hand (yeah)
Even my haters gotta love it, man
Spent so much on drugs
I made the plug become a fan (haha)

[Verse 1: Lord Sko]
Watching city lights, used to dream I'd live this life
Any business I did yesterday a different price (shit ain't the same)
Seen a lot of rappers dying for a bit of vice
Catching big fish, this the wrong pond to be picking fights
Just hung my poster in the trophy room (uh huh)
Shorty friends is bad might ask her what she open to (haha)
Rolling potent weed with a golden hue (inhale)
I'm out in Malibu еnjoying all these ocean viеws
Official business so we speak in code
How's it feel to be a millionaire, don't even know (not yet)
Couple thousand dollar sweaters smell like reefer smoke
Ego tripping, ask your little homie what he reaching for (yo what's that)
Been feeling great y'all can't deny the motion (nah)
I can travel when I want but lately I been posted
Y'all gotta learn to listen when your time is spoken
Rockin' Polo, puttin' money on Italian horses
[Chorus: Lord Sko]
It's just something you can't understand
World is in my palm, the blunt is in the other hand (yeah)
Even my haters gotta love it, man
Spent so much on drugs
I made the plug become a fan (haha)
It's just something you can't understand
World is in my palm, the blunt is in the other hand (yeah)
Even my haters gotta love it, man
Spent so much on drugs
I made the plug become a fan (haha)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Marble countertops, water fountain that's in front my house
Make it hard to stop 'cause I'm so used to ballin' out
Over money and bitches, a lot of homies have a fallin' out
Pistols drawn, where do we go wrong? Too late for all that now
Scan the parking lot, I got the oldest or the newest car out
All eyes on the screen for the title bout
I might get my Porsche painted green before I bring it 'round
This for real, this ain't no vinyl wrap
Battle wounds leave scars when they heal
She want me to talk to her 'bout that
Confidential, that shit might fuck around and kill you
Burn the booth, disintegrate the pens and pencils
Cremate the instrumentals
Chevys on switches
We smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
If you could keep a secret, we could always
Rule number one, don't talk about me
[Chorus: Lord Sko]
It's just something you can't understand
World is in my palm, the blunt is in the other hand (yeah)
Even my haters gotta love it, man
Spent so much on drugs
I made the plug become a fan (haha)
It's just something you can't understand
World is in my palm, the blunt is in the other hand (yeah)
Even my haters gotta love it, man
Spent so much on drugs
I made the plug become a fan (haha)