(Hook x2, Sailor J:)
This is the life I chose,
I wanna make the money,

It's whatever goes,
Chillin' with my homies,
Hangin' with my bros.


(Verse 1, Sailor J:)
My dude Coopid, we been down, since first grade,

My boy Coco, we been down since fourth grade,
Now we all G's, getting well paid,
I used to have more homies, but the never stayed,

I've been kicked out on the street, My homie Coopid helped get me back on my feet,
I can't help but express my feelings to this beat,
So watch the show, take a seat,


(Hook:)


(Verse 2, A-niz:)
This is all I wanna do, write my thoughts down,
So ya'll can listen to my sound,

Chasing this paper till I'm dead in the ground, I'm yelling this %#@! like a hound,
I'm over people tryna tel me how to be, you should take a look, have a seat,
I'm a lot different, I can agree,

No haters get me mad, that's for the weak, we killing these tracks, all damn week,
I'm climbing up Imma reach my peak, That money Imma seek,
This is just a sample, this was just a sneak peek,

Some %#@! you can't handle, pull a piece, and I'll dismantle,
This %#@! was real, your boy A-nizzle be posted at the deal.


(Hook:)

(Verse 3, Sailor J:)

Sometimes Sailor J doesn't have much to say,
I'm on both knees, I'm about to pray,
Even Sailor J, could use a Sailor (*##$,

I'm gonna make money, I'm gonna be rich,
It doesn't matter how I'm gonna make it, Dirty Stache Mob, You'll never break it,
My dad, he be helping me and my brother, when my mom is stuck on another,

I dropped out of school and I ain't doing %#@!, me and Coopid, yeah we killing it,
Sometimes I can't sleep at night, everybody says damn cam its too late,
I don't even have a car or a pretty date, I could use a hummer, Everybody looking at me,

like I'm getting dumber,
I hate the cold, but I love the summer,
I feel good I got this off my chest, Life ain't simple, its a test,

Just take time out of your day, to relax and rest.

(Hook:)


(Verse 4, Coopid:)
Coopid is here, jumping on this track,

I'm sitting here spitting, with Sailor Jack,
We chilling in the studio, producing this beat,
Rolling in my honda, down the street,

I hear something while, bumpin' this song,
It's my ^!$$% A-niz, ripping the bong,
Uh, yeah.


(Verse 5, Sailor J:)
We be trying to step up to the game, None of lyrics, sound the same,

I'm hanging with my homies, chillin' wit my bros,
I need my money, and I want the hoes,
I wanna be the best, and sell out shows,

It's Sailor J, and everybody knows,
It's the Dirty Stache Mob, watch as it grows,
Uh, Sailor J.