Finest Hour

[Verse 1: Jay Rock] And so I party like it's 2012 Split the swisher open, put the green inside the L Cause any day I could take an L So my niggas gather around so they love the smell This that kush my nigga, don't ever breathe, inhale Lets get high touch the heavens, cause we in this hell I'm thinkin' at times if I could take a shell Livin' for the moment right now, I don't really care My bitch rockin' Chanel, she ghetto sidity Magnificent ass, incredible titties She like to pull on my zipper when I'm on the highway Doin' 85 and the '85 Sade In the background, got my hat down Feeling like a king, shout out to Sac Town You lookin' at a gangsta in his finest hour Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers [Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid] Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist I can still tell you what time it is I'm a gangsta in his finest hour I'm a gangsta in his finest hour Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up Been down so long the only way is up Cause I'm a gangsta in his finest hour Gangsta in his finest hour [Verse 2: Rick Ross] (Boss) Fascinated with the gold Daytons (Ross) Fast paper was the motivation Jay got the esés, I know the Haitians When I'm in LA we meet at Crustaceans Butterfly all kilos Show me the money cause I gotta feed my ego Fuck a Bent coupe when all my niggas' rent due Put my life on it, I can show you how a brick move (Whip It) Baking soda make it moonwalk White glove money stuffed in my tube socks Top down thug life, 2Pac I'mma boss, I can get ya whole crew chopped Teflon Don on the rise After 4 or 5 lines it's organized crime (Boss) Mo money, Mo power The world is yours, that's until I get my lead shower [Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid] Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist I can still tell you what time it is I'm a gangsta in his finest hour I'm a gangsta in his finest hour Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up Been down so long the only way is up Cause I'm a gangsta in his finest hour Gangsta in his finest hour [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Overlookin' the skyline Got money, wish it could buy time Watch hustlas in they prime get confined to a 5x9, by a 5 star grind I'm talking big money, boats and fur coats Cars and gold ropes, scales and mo' dope My big homie loaf, had it by the loaf Got knocked, system tryna hang him by his throat Downfall is when you considered the top dog So my eyes open while I'm on top dog Let them pussy niggas hate, I'mma do me Fuck menage a trois, I'mma do 3 Roll up the doobie, let it burn slow Let ya hair back, sip on this Merlot You lookin' at a gangsta in his finest hour Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers [Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid] Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist I can still tell you what time it is I'm a gangsta in his finest hour I'm a gangsta in his finest hour Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up Been down so long the only way is up Cause I'm a gangsta in his finest hour Gangsta in his finest hour