[Verse 1: Jupiter Jim]

She asked me what I'm on, I said life
She said you high as hell? I said damn right
She said that's YSL, I said yeah it's nice
I gotta take it back cause the damn price
I put a Lamborghini on layaway
Life's a beach, I hope you sail away
This for my n***as, I get n***as to sail away
Taking talent to the crackheads, they'll pay
On Youtube backing everything, you not though
It's clear these n***as square as Picasso's
Cubism on cube vision was hot though
The "are we there yet" money that the thoughts stole
Then the thoughts wanna shop til they drop though
Then the thoughts gettin dropped like the top though
Gotta give you props though, workin with what you got though
Doing what you gotta do to make it to the top cause

[Hook]
I know you love it up here
I can see it in ya face
You never wanna leave this place
And even if ya did, you could never escape
Cause the light is callin your name
You no different you want the money and the fame
And when it all comes it'll never be the same [2x]

[Verse 2: Jupiter Jim]
Got so many thoughts I gotta get 'em all out
Got so many thoughts they'll never be all out
Picture Michael Jordan at his high school call out
If you ain't talking money I'm confused what you called about
Respect among predators
Top bar, we regulars
Tryna be the king of the n***as
Told me that you could be some other things for the n***as
Wish I could be something positive like a lawyer or doctor
Or maybe even a politic but my songs miscegenous
Dialogues derogative, but my bars is monstrous
Get it poppin' be popular in a city that's populous
Now I know this is a lot of us
But ya'll ain't making a lot of this
Whatever I am you the opposite
Shout out my n***a Logic we be on some Young Sinatra shit

[Hook]
I know you love it up here
I can see it in ya face
You never wanna leave this place
And even if ya did, you could never escape
Cause the light is callin your name
You no different you want the money and the fame
And when it all comes it'll never be the same [2x]

[Verse 3: Jupiter Jim)
Now I know I ain't ballin' til my chain got some yellow stones
Homie stay blazing, and got more trees than Yellow Stone
Word on the street we off the hook like telephones
And we fresh to death, Saint Laurent on our skeletons
Now tell us that we ain't elite
Pro Letarians who you can't defeat
Need to read it or tell these other n***as rest in peace
Cause the boy's on fire like ya effigy
Think your too good but you're still not impressing me
Get a new girl when the old one's stressin' me
Pursuit of happiness ask Kendrick for the recipe
N***as like parole, officers stay testin' me