Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true Blessings, bitches in my section Young with all this money, I’m obsessive, weapons Turnin’ off y’all extras, turnin’ off this bullshit direction Turnin’ up my grind, wakin’ up to mo’ pressure But it’s all in yo’ mind, so I never feel pressure Knew it’s all in due time, now hundreds stackin’ like tetris Hussle hard is my masses and double back and get extras Know I spazz when I catch it Yellow bone white Lexus, all black tint, two white cups, fat gold chains, Sprite Texas I’m just young and I'm reckless, I'm just on for my section I'm just out here on top speed, with my top down and I'm reving I don’t know about Hell, I don’t know about Heaven All I know is 'bout right now and this lifestyle is interestin' Iced down in my section, I just write these confessions Niggas die, they get life around me, I guess that I’m an exception Blessing Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true Blood, I’m in the streets with my Cuban on In my Benz with my music on Old friends like "watchu been on?" shit, I’ve been on my grind I ain’t usually home, focused, I ain't usin’ phones Lately I’ve been usin’ songs, to get my point across While niggas ’round me lose it all, but that’s your coin to toss I guess I always knew the bull And as this world revolves I’m crackin’ ‘cause I do my job From fuckin’ hood rats to fuckin’ stars Spendin’ all cash to slidin’ cards, it’s the definition of livin’ large Smokin’ top flight in the biggest cars Told you '08 this shit was ours, gettin’ this cake Yeah nigga, to gettin’ more Look at this world young nigga, it's really yours Nigga this really mine, my niggas is really ford Them building's is really high, them cars is really foreign And all I see is Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true Yeah, early morning off that flight though We gon' go hard then get right bro It seems simple, that's not life though 10 years later I'm all right though Look, these niggas act like they don't like dough They be mad 'cause niggas shine bright though Look, I got a Ruger and a Bryco But I'mma let you pick which way tonight go I got my dough right, plus the right goal I mean it's legal, pay taxes to them white folks My precedures stay crackin 'til my light's low Then when I die, blue rag around my rifle Hunnid thousand in my coffin, that's just light dough Play a Stevie Wonder song, smoke some flight bro Crack a pint of Act then pour in some Sprite bro Until that day I'm walking toward whats in my sight though 'Cause all I see is Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true