Lyrics

[Verse] If we talking hits, you know we takin' the climb Throwback flavor, rulin' the 90's prime Four-twenty vibes, we blazin' under sunshine [Pre-Chorus] Call it elevation, rise it up for the 'hood Not about the fame, did it just 'cause we could Eyes all glazed, but the vision's understood Lookin' for the real, in authenticity we stood Solid as the beats that we bump in every set When that track drops, ain't no need to fret To the left, hands high, feel the vibe in your step [Chorus] When the bass goes boom, you just gotta' get it Like Mom's Spaghetti, it's hot, can't forget it On top of the chart, where we rightly belong Yeah, we keep it chill, but the heat in the song [Verse 2] Crack a window, let that four-twenty breeze We roll deep, like we do with our trees Laughing with my crew, 'til the munchies take over Got flavors stacked high, like the cliffs of Dover [Verse 3] Dr. Jacob with a flow so sick, need a check-up Griff got the hooks that'll make you wanna step up Bobby on the beat, got it bouncing back to life Every time we drop, it's like a hit, so precise [Pre-Chorus] Through the haze, we see the peak, no deceivin' Top the Hot 100, yeah, we got 'em all believin' [Post-Chorus] We're the tribe they follow, wordplay so bravado Cole, Daylin, Rich, like a hit, we're the motto Hundred charts deep, but we cruise like we're hollow Feelin' every note, like there’s no tomorrow [Verse 4] With every puff we're sailing, skies never gray Drop beats like seasons, watch the leaves as they sway Rough Riding crew, we got the keys to the bay Success in our lungs, and we do it our way [Verse 5] Daylin's rhyme schemes, tighter than our lids Cole's hook so catchy, got you bidding your bids Rich with the lines, diving deep like it's treasure Success is the flame, but the journey's the pleasure We puffin’ the peace, got the crowd's attention On cloud nine, where we built our ascension [Chorus] From dusk till the dawn, we stay lighting the fire Ain't no fading out, we just lift it up higher Like kings of the era, we blaze our own trails With every hit we take, our ambition never fails [Verse 6] Like Mom's Spaghetti, hits the spot, we're on a roll Our stoner chronicles, platinum status is the goal