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