Better days are coming, baby
Aye, we gon' be okay
Rolling up a pound of haze
Got smoke in your face
And I know it's gonna be good
Some day as long as I pray
And I got some sage we burn it up
It's a good day
Little mama tryna turn it up
Let's do what you say
Cruising down the city
Tell me what you see
I see niggas in Pitori
You know that that's my city
They gon' run it up
Don't care what you say
Got some sage we burn it up
So fuck what you say
Got some sage
And we burn it up
Got some sage
And we burn it up
Got some sage
And we burn it up
Got some sage
And we burn it up
We got the juice like this
Only me 'cause I'm hot like fire (ye-ye-ye-ye)
Burn up the trees getting high
So high I'm getting higher
I need the accolades
I need the finest things
The Louis, Versace, Designer
The finest things
I don't want no wedding ring
But I still want a girl on my, uh
They go run it up so fuck what you say
I go hard this just a cycle
I go Samson in the Bible
'Cause I got gray hair
Bitch, you better know it's 4C, 4C
I don't need nobody but me
You can't go hard at this degree
Bitch, I go hard, no soft feelings
Got some sage
And we burn it up
Got some sage
And we burn it up
Got some sage
And we burn it up
Got some sage
And we burn it up
Got some sage
And we burn it up
Got some sage
And we burn it up
Got some sage
And we burn it up