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This is no longer music
It's a celebration homie

Let's make a toast
(Toast)
To the young don and to the gangstas
Until they post pone to all the hustlas

That's on the cash grind
To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime
I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets
This one for history, I'm toastin'

This to me, glasses in the air
(It's a celebration baby)
Glasses in the air and this for history

True story, I was born into the Lord's glory hustlin'
Of their visions to first class ported and that's accordin'
And I was corgile on my first formal
Tryin' make a mill' comin' off a four quarters

I am so Florida, marlin in my own water
Swimin' wit' the sharks, slaughter anything by them
Feelin' like an orphan, never knew my real father
Guess that's why I'm goin' harder than my role model
Signed to the biggest label that enable Cartier

Now they payin' Hood at that to my armor model
And every Ace of Spades bottle
To the last swallow only taint forever
Trained to get the last dollar, black flag scholar

Louis Vuitton don, a hundred for the watch
Just waitin' for the right time
I just realized in my money state of mind
I'm on another level devils meet me in the sky

Let's make a toast
(Toast)
To the young don and to the gangstas
Until they post pone to all the hustlas

That's on the cash grind
To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime
I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets
This one for history, I'm toastin'

This to me, glasses in the air
(It's a celebration baby)
Glasses in the air and this for history

I used to wake up in the mornin' yawin'
Where I wanna be, people that I wanna meet
And places I've been diein' to see
No hope in sellin' coke or dope, I'm goin' back to sleep

Now lie awake with paper bags, cash under feet
Throw up the W to represent my dynasty
And all honesty the prodigy see no defeat
Keep all apologies the modesty is all to me

It's ruthless mind frame is the way to be
I burn a hater, blow the ashes on his daddy feet
May he be deceased lookin' 'til you see the peace
Well, I could see you gettin' rich 'cause niggas envy me

It's deeper than a rap, the realest shit a nigga speak
Private planes take me everywhere, they wish to see
And Khaled takin' me to heights, they only wish to be
Flyest without a wing, the American dream
It's a bird, it's a plane, naw, it's just me

Let's make a toast
(Toast)
To the young don and to the gangstas
Until they post pone to all the hustlas

That's on the cash grind
To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime
I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets
This one for history, I'm toastin'

This to me, glasses in the air
(It's a celebration baby)
Glasses in the air and this for history

Shout out to Khaled, shout out to Def Jam
Shout out to We the Best
What up Diamonds and Deals, shout out to A.D.
What up Fo' Fifth, what up Kit Go

What up P Bo, blood no go, what up A.C.
I love ya Blonde D, I love ya big sis
I love ya lil' sis, I love ya 2Pac
And I would never stop, let's toast to the top

Let's make a toast
(Toast)
To the young don and to the gangstas
Until they post pone to all the hustlas

That's on the cash grind
To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime
I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets
This one for history, I'm toastin'

This to me, glasses in the air
(It's a celebration baby)
Glasses in the air and this for history