The Statement

[Intro] Yeah, that's it, yeah, uh, where haven't we, uh Know the planes and the, Taylor Gang and the.. [Verse 1] Fast cars with bad broads in 'em I proceed to smoke these trees And stuff piles of cheese in my 501 denim Where they bullshit begins I end them And nope, I don't hear these niggas tripping Closing the cabin door and reving up all my engines The weed is rolled, the drink is cold It's new to you, to me it's old C-E-O These off brand niggas ain't really the future, Ms. Cleo High when I approach, been known To leave weed crumbs and trails of Sour D smoke The irony, of suckas who predicted the planes land And now they wanna fly with me I just let it boost my confidence Roll another joint, drop pilot shit, okay [Hook] This ain't the life that we chose But it's the life that we living Know we belong on the top, but we ain't tripping Cause we'll get there in a minute And we'll get there in a minute Cause we'll get in there in a minute Know we belong on the top but we ain't tripping Cause we'll get there in a minute [Verse 2] Ask me if I plan to be roof top chilling With some pretty-ass women, you'd be glad to meet Trees stuffed in the passenger seat Charge it to my phone, couple changes of clothes And the OG told me All haters expose they self, so it's best to leave it alone Pop the cork, put the tree in the bong Been here for a minute you niggas just catching on Master of the craft, I've grown Haters trail the path, I've flown It's obvious, suckas talk down but we ain't tripping Hoes fuck with us, say we different At my hotel chilling Bad women come to fill my marijuana prescription You niggas know the biz It's Taylor Gang or kill him [Hook]