No GPS

We don't need no assistance to get lit
We not need not excuses to hit a lick
We gone still eat whether we hit or miss
It's way bigger than finding ways to pay the rent
Where the hell are we at?
Where the hell are we at?

Somewhere right in between getting the cream
And telling people I'm the hottest nigga on the scene
And showing people why they need to join the winning team
And giving them something that they can believe in
Call the crew, call the weed man, call the girl up
let them know got the house for the weekend
Couple drinks, couple vape hits, couple jay rips
Good music, now we geeking
Hit my level now we peaking
Cup full and it's smoke when I breathe in
Every time I choke when I breathe in
How I'm supposed to rap when I'm wheezing?
Right before we check out, we cleaning
If I put my neck out, we scheming
I'm talking bout a check out at Neimans
If I got it at the checkout, I need it
Had to get the credit card for the rebate
Had to hit the factory for the cheesecake
Every one of these hundreds got a blue face
When they see you blowin' money, they two face
When they see you blowin' money, they two face

I can do it on my own, don't need your help
I was getting blown, all by myself
I'm trying to get some shit up off my chest
Cause you don't want me stressed

We don't need no assistance to get lit
We not need not excuses to hit a lick
We gone still eat whether we hit or miss
It's way bigger than finding ways to pay the rent
Where the hell are we at?
Where the hell are we at?

We don't need no assistance to get lit
We not need not excuses to hit a lick
We gone still eat whether we hit or miss
It's way bigger than finding ways to pay the rent
Where the hell are we at?
Where the hell are we at?