Legends in the Making

[Chorus] Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Young Khalifa winning, young Khalifa winnin Every car I own, I’m smoking weed Up in it, I don’t know what type of shit you on I need at least a zip Didn’t you hear, I say the cars I own, I never leased a whip Leather jacket, nigga muscle cars on that greaser shit And my bandana tied, I plan to ride Live a movie, so make sure the camera right And I’m pullin up and hoppin out a mess of shit that young niggas ain’t supposed to get You know I’m rich Uh! Nigga, my whole squad getting it Practically live on the road Doing a hundred when I’m in this bitch You lil niggas kinda slow A raw paper and some bomb weed Got lil nigga’s tryna clone me And labels tryna make they old me But I’m the only one that own me [Chorus] Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] Kush god, keep it rollin' like the brakes broken That’s a little gram, little man, that ain’t smoking We move this shit, movie shit, I’m in motion George Kush, second term and I’m still loaded Yo bitch on me, all over my [?] I’m in the bay, smoking on King Henry Or in YO, retro haze with SP I don’t search for trees, I am OG Lil nigga your lungs ain’t strong enough to hot box with God You ain’t got no ones, and you mouthin off Nigga knock it off, you niggas is through Run we goin down, that’s how much we gon do I got so much rugby, you have to start my own, dude Big face Rollie, on boss shit, smooth Fuckin' bitches, not I’m lookin like a nigga like you, I’m from Harlem [Chorus] Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making [Verse 3: Curren$y] Homes, where you get that weed from Please don’t roll another one I don’t even think that’s trees son Bullshit artist done sold you something Motor running, tank on F High octane, high off the best strain I write with my left brain Haters face get tight when it’s set came And them hoes know the business Boss tight game for the ones that listen Notebook brung me hella bitches Nigga, I rap clothes off yo' women Homes, I smoke a O in one sitting Gold and chrome, thirteen inches Boxes on the dashboard, sixteen switches Car full of fumes, smoking that fuel Exxon in the ashtray of my coupe Send her home smellin’ like Chevron, fool Done more what they expected me to Double my money, double the co Triple what we smoked yesterday Then it’s 4-20, 24/7 Spitter Andretti, Ferraris and Chevys [Chorus] Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making