The Ceiling Casey Veggies

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
As I stare at the ceiling, I'm plotting in my room like, "Young nigga get out your feelings, get out and go get it"
My mind on a million, I'm hated, but loved by many
I'm caught in this feeling, a natural high
I'm blessed and my new whip appealin', the boy in the building
As a youngin', I was with the rapping, not robbing and dealing, I gotta go get it
My mama need the house with the lake, yeah, baby, I gotta go get it
Little mama know that I'm from L.A. and I'm rocking the fitted
Baby girl told me that she like how I reppin' my city
I'm plotting up on a million in my room I stare at the ceiling

[Verse 1]
All these drugs, damn, why my young niggas be abusing it?
My chick so bad, do all the type of shit that make me choose a bitch
Everything wavy, might take her on vacation on a cruise and shit
Ridin' so fast sometimes I be feeling like I'm losing it
Sometimes when you try to get the win gotta lose a grip
I always knew when I got my chance, I'd do it big
Doing this shit my own damn way, my rules are bent
Sign a new deal, nigga bout to go shoppin' might ice my wrist