Pot Life - 2 Chainz, Young Jeezy

My wrists sick, I’m talkin' tuberculosis

I might just, just pull up on Boulevard

Top down in two yellow Porsches

My wrists sick, I’m talkin' tuberculosis

I’m Frank Mills in '05, fuck you mean?

I been cocky, nigga

My wrists sick, I’m talkin' tuberculosis

I might just, just pull up on Boulevard

Top down in two yellow Porsches

Sky-Dweller, President to Daytona, my wrist got me, nigga

Frank Mills in '05, fuck you mean?

I been cocky, nigga

Look, said I’m workin' my wrists and I’m workin' that…

Fuck, hear a knock at the door

Said I can’t even lie, look, I want it in or a fed on the floor

I said eject my lil' cousins, sold classic cassettes

And you know we

I’m clean while I’m whippin' and cleanin' that Beam

And I ain’t talkin' syrup when I’m talkin' my leaded

Woke up in Neiman’s, I ain’t even dreamin'

Got a deal on some carb and buy some for the team

And I’m Bruce Lee, Roy, Drizzle, got to get it

Made a million, I don’t remember Taylor Swift, two-story kitchen

My vision 'Break down the block', I’m on a mission

I told my jeweler, 'Put a hundred karats in the cross'

Snow hit the club like a Christian

When I was young, nigga, I always wanted spotlight

That’s nigga, homie, what your pocket like?

Come through with the top off and show 'em what the top like

They might be seein' by the rap shit

But they ain’t 'bout that pot life

I take that fork and go dumb, I whip my wrist 'til it’s numb

I take that fork and go dumb, I can’t get two out of one

I take that fork and go dumb, I work my wrist 'til it’s numb

I take that fork and go dumb, I can’t get two out of one

Trialled down the street from the airport

Young nigga tryin' to hit the mall daily

Any given time, it’d be raw, whole neighborhood like a volcano

Either gon' rap or be a ball player, I started out from the pot life

That my definition of hard labor

Got bricks and I’m tryin' to get my shot right

Got my spot bumpin' like acne, fuck dealin', I took a Xanny

Shorty say, 'Boy, do you love me?'

I said, 'Girl, I love that C and C, that’s that codeine and caffeine

Got a pantry full of bakin' soda for the whip

Take two zips out of every brick

Twenty-five times, hit the dealership

Tryin' to make a livin' sellin' that killer shit

If a bitch with me, then it is a benefit

Uh, nine-to-five, ten 'til six, work

Tryin' to whip my wrists until it hurt

I don’t sip syrup unless it purp, fuck around and get murked

Nigga, don’t fuck around and get murked

Shoot your ass from the corner like, 'Derp'

handle work like it’s light work