Finest Hour Jay Rock (Ft. BJ the Chicago Kid & Rick Ross)

[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