[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It ain't no comparison and I'm not being arrogant
My jewelry game got em staring, but your jewelry games embarrassing
Still got that nasal flow, I think I need some Claritin
Still keep that white girl me, Kim Kardashian
Rap game mastered it, the G-cord, I canceled it
Flow hotter than how candles get, a [?] of candle stick
If you wanna challenge me, make sure you can handle it
Cus It may be a funeral, so gone call the Evangelist
Conan man I conquer shit, old school Willy Wonka'd it
Candy paint with candy rims, no candy for my Spanish chick
Suckas know I'm swagged up but most of y'all are swagger-less
Paved the way for East Atlanta, watch what I do after this
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Jim Jones]
Well how you living nigga, in the end, I'm doing aight
Well aight, ain't great, my shit a movie roll the tape
Blow that purple in the air, yea keep it in the sky
Doors in the air, while I twist the la-la-la
Well how you living nigga, in the end, I'm doing aight
Well aight, ain't great, my shit a movie roll the tape
Blow that purple in the air, yea keep it in the sky
Doors in the air while I twist the la-la-la
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Niggas talk shit, but we getting it
Niggas talk foreigns, but we whippin' it
Tell your fly girl she gotta, fuck if she sit in it
Two seater, but I think three can fit in it
We can dip in it
And feds want my picture because I'm balling, get a flick of it
Treat the game just like my toilet, so I shit in it
I'm talking big coupes, 9-11 flip roofs
Twenty in my pocket talking birdies on the flip, boost
Oh, go hard what I was taught to do
So in my lifetime I had a porche or two
I'm a slut for fast cars, I'm a porche-titute
Imagine what the fuck that car could do
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Jim Jones]
Well how you living nigga, in the end, I'm doing aight
Well aight, ain't great, my shit a movie roll the tape
Blow that purple in the air, yea keep it in the sky
Doors in the air, while I twist the la-la-la
Well how you living nigga, in the end, I'm doing aight
Well aight, ain't great, my shit a movie roll the tape
Blow that purple in the air, yea keep it in the sky
Doors in the air while I twist the la-la-la
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I'm prophetic, they go get it
You're pathetic, I'm poetic
You down bad, I'm up good
You regretted and upsetted
I'm diesel, you unleaded
I'm trues you's [?]
No regal just Rolls Royce's for dope boys and Benz coupes
My flow's sick I need soup, where's my room, I lost it
Getting 50k in with me, but guess what I tossed it
I'm the boss of bosses, I make the call, they execute cus I'm calling
I park the shit it's walkdown its a new song the street bought it
I'm flawless no mistakes, I'm gorgeous on mixtapes
So much ice I don't look right [?]
Bricksquad it's a sweepstakes, your ice fake, you cheapskate
Best chill for your peace sake, squad [?] replay
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Jim Jones]
Well how you living nigga, in the end, I'm doing aight
Well aight, ain't great, my shit a movie roll the tape
Blow that purple in the air, yea keep it in the sky
Doors in the air, while I twist the la-la-la
Well how you living nigga, in the end, I'm doing aight
Well aight, ain't great, my shit a movie roll the tape
Blow that purple in the air, yea keep it in the sky
Doors in the air while I twist the la-la-la
