1, 2, 3, 4 And wherever we go And whatever we do And whatever we see And whoever we be It don't matter It don't matter I don't mind, cause you don't matter I don't mind, cause I don't matter And don't you matter? You'll see in the end I've got a feeling that there's something more Something that holds us together The strangest feeling, but I can't be sure Something that's old is forever Love, love, love, love And wherever we go And whatever we do And whatever we see And whoever we be It don't matter It don't matter I don't mind, cause you don't matter I don't mind, cause I don't matter And don't you matter? You'll see in the end Yeah, nigga 4C, let's drive Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it We made it, baby As we speak, the last sample just cleared Thank you to whoever in Japan just cleared that shit Turn my vocal up and turn the headphones down a little bit I gotta do my thank yous, man I didn't have enough time to turn in my thank yous for the artwork So, fuck it I'ma do it right now This is the credits This is Roll Credits, nigga If you don't wanna sit through the credits Get your ass up and walk out the movie theater First and foremost, my entire Dreamville team Thank you, man Before that, I'm buggin' Thank you, God Oh, my God Everything happened too perfectly And in line, this whole thing Thank you, God Thank my Dreamville family Mez who fuckin' sleep right now That nigga ain't even recordin' this shit, nigga Nigga's been workin' hard, man Mez, I'm proud as fuck of you, man For real, you killed this shit Eve, what up? El Presidente What up? We killed this shit, nigga We killed this shit, nigga I don't give a fuck if we sell three copies, nigga We killed this shit, nigga My nigga Adam I'm proud of y'all, man For real Ron Gilmore My nigga Yes Camille Yes That's my sister, KC That's like a father figure right there KC, I love you, man My brother, Sad Wild We came a long way from the Ville My nigga, Grace Crew My nigga, Felton You killed it You killed that Friday Night Lights shit, nigga You killed this one, too, man I should've been comin' to you, man You only do the classics, though That's what it is For real My nigga, Mike Shaughnessy You already know where he at right now Posted up somewhere in DR My nigga, RJ Trump Gettin' that motherfuckin' rent You know what it is, man My nigga, Diz I see you, I see your vision, man I believe in you, man I love y'all niggas Big D, man Thank you, bruh For real Teddy, what up? For real Shot good We believe in y'all Proof You and the Fiends My nigga, Bossy Badass Boss, boss, boss I can't believe it, nigga Marquito You changed a life, man Keep goin' Keep goin' The sky's the limit Fuck that, man Super Mookin' Fiends Super Mookin' Fiends, nigga My nigga, Depp You know what I mean? Razzle Dazzle Elite, elite, elite, elite What up? I'm bored What up, man? My nigga, Reagan Puttin' them hours, baby My nigga, Omi, man Elephant Eyes That shit is confirmed classic, man Dream Real We only did confirmed classics so far That's all we doin' Yo, Elijah Hey, if we go diamond, nigga You got the triple crown, man First 50, then Usher, nigga You fuckin' outta here But we might go wood, though Nervous Wreck, man Congratulations to you, brother I love you At least fuckin' silver, nigga Filthy I love you too, man I know you feel a way about me right now But I love you Yo, shout to the young niggas, man For real We blessed to have y'all on board, man We feel so grateful Kaz That Kaz in effect is a motherfuckin' classic, nigga I'll be ridin' my bike through Manhattan Listenin' to that shit, man I've been livin' with that shit for like the past four days I finally got a chance to slow down That shit is a classic, my nigga Congratulations to you We don't give a fuck what it's owed I don't even know what that shit's owed, to tell you the truth, man And I'm proud of you, man I'm proud of you and your homeboys, man Y'all, it's really gonna be great to watch y'all grow I'm appreciatin' watch y'all grow more than we did, man I get to relive it all again And actually appreciate it this time Shout out to the whole committee, man Tone Meese What up? My nigga Money Makin' Man What up, man? Treat them boys right, man Everybody that was involved in makin' this album My nigga Jack, who's at the board right now What's up, man? Yeah, you made the album, man We gon' live forever, man You gotta loop the beat up right now, though, cause it can't end Okay, Raf Wreck-It Raf Perfect Sound Studios L.A., we couldn't have did it without you My nigga Dave Lil' Bird Nate Jones Yolanda T.S. K-Fox came through and killed it My nigga Quick with the clean versions Vinylz killed that beat My nigga Phonix Oh, that beat is hard Dahe brought that beat Who does that? Poppin' Oak My nigga Pop Thank you, man The nigga Willie B I never met you, but you did the beat Illmind, you killed the beat Social Experiment My nigga Jeff on the guitar You know what I mean? Nuno did the motherfuckin' strings I appreciate that shit, man We gon' pay you Hey, the horn players that came through I don't know y'all names But y'all killed that shit, man We was lovin' that shit Chargo, the girls on the motherfuckin' strings We appreciate it That session was a little wild, I ain't gon' lie Uh, maybe that was my fault I set y'all up with Wreck-It Raf But it's all good We still killed it, though And all the motherfuckin' samples, they're clear Thank you Y'all be tryin' to give a nigga a hard time on the samples, man I'ma go to the fuckin' Supreme Court And try to make this shit easier for niggas like me To clear these samples, man If you made the fuckin' music And you made the art And you put it into the world I should be able to use it however the fuck I want I'ma pay you I'ma give you a percentage But you shouldn't be able to tell me I can't use it Yeah, that's fuckin' That's fucked up, nigga You was inspired by the world Allow the world to be inspired by your shit And to use your shit So all them people like George McCuffin Or whoever that don't let niggas use their shit Fuck that, man It's 2014, 2015 by the time you might hear this shit Fuck that, man We movin' on Man, shout out Drizzy Drake Kendrick Lamar Wale I'm so happy to be peers with y'all niggas And consider y'all niggas friends And I'm sorry I had to come snatch the crown right quick I had to do it to show niggas It ain't no more motherfuckin' crowns, man We gotta be the example We gotta show these niggas, man It's love at the top Can't you believe It's crazy to believe We sittin' right here in these motherfuckin' seats right now 15 years ago, we was lookin' at these niggas like Man, we gotta be these niggas Now we those niggas But it's our responsibility to show these niggas, man It's love up here Niggas want beef Niggas want drama Fuck that, we comin' together Shout out to everybody in Ferguson right now Still ridin', still ridin' Everybody else asleep Y'all still ridin' And it's bigger than Ferguson, man That shit is fuckin' nationwide, man We gotta come together Look at each other Love each other And feel like we are one another We share a common story, nigga That shit is pain, struggle And guess what, man We can come together And there's one thing that's gonna do it That's love I'm just tellin' y'all that It's public service now, man Back to the shit, yo Live Storm, I love y'all niggas, man No matter what, Wayne, Just, Mark, Gucci You my big brother forever It don't even matter to business, nigga It's bigger than that MK, thank you, man You came on board and killed it Natalia, what's up? My nigga, Julius Garcia I already shouted you out But I shouted out your alias And I just put your whole government on record And it's gonna live forever Tisha, Tisha, you know I love you Tisha, future of Prince Thank you for those conversations, man I needed that Rack Nation, damn We feel like a family now, man, for real It was always family But it's so ill to see us come together on this album Thank y'all very much, man Thank y'all for believing I know this is a scary idea I don't know if it's gonna work or not As I speak, I don't give a fuck, man I'm just happy we did this shit Shout out to Nelly, Ted, Christina, Chaka I love you Jeff, what up? Jay-Z, ho, holla Jay Brown, what up? Rich Climate, ta-ta My nigga Emory, you know what it is Shout out to Interscope, yeah Joey I.E., appreciate you Yannick, Gary, Steve Berman, yeah Columbia, we love y'all, man Damn, I'm running out of breath and shit I'm sad this is my last album with Columbia It's not my fault, it's all contractual But I love the fuck out of y'all We made relationships there It ain't never going away And you never know what the future holds, man We hope we can do business someday April, thank you very much, baby Aiella, you are a legend We fucking love you CJ, same to you, man Y'all been killing this shit for years Thank you, man Thank you Rob Stringer, thank you, sir Joe Climate, yes, sir The whole sales team Production, marketing team My man B. Nolan who drove us around in a fucking van In a SUV It showed us all about the radio game, man And we ain't had no hits All we had was fucking who that Trying to figure this shit out, man And I figured it out B. Nolan, I finally figured it out I know you like, damn, this nigga talking to me I'm talking to you, man Cause you used to hear us stressing over this shit And I finally figured it out, man Don't none of that shit matter, y'all I came all this way, all the way from Fayetteville, North Carolina Went to New York City, got this motherfucking record deal Put out some classics Put out some singles Captain Biz 3, thank you Had my ups, had my downs Came all this way Just to learn one thing, man Only one fucking thing matters And that's your happiness And the only way you're gonna get to that happiness Is through love Real, genuine, motherfucking love, man Not the fake shit Not the Hollywood shit Not the niggas giving you props So you think you the shit Not motherfuckers knowing you So you think you famous Not niggas seeing your whip And they want your whip So you feel good Cause they want your whip Or you ain't want your bitch So you feel better Fuck that, real love Where your crib is at, nigga Where your heart is at Where your home is at Where your mom is at Where your girl is at Mimi, what up? I'm fucking up my words, I don't care I'm not gonna shout out Mimi, man Fuck that shit, keep the tape rolling We still going What's up, man? Forest Hills Drive, we gonna do this shit If you ain't listening to this shit I don't give a fuck, nigga It's the fucking credits Don't nobody stay for the movie credits anyways, man My mama, oh, I love you I'm so grateful and blessed to have you Still in my life, a lot of people Ain't got their mothers in their lives still And I recognize that, I'm blessed Mama, I love you Zach, I love you My pops, I love you James Cole, I love you Jackie, I love you My whole family, I love you I'm so grateful, man Thank y'all It all came full circle And I had to put this shit out in 2014 We barely made it, yo Eve, we barely made it, nigga We barely fucking made it But we fucking made it, man Fuck y'all But I love y'all at the same time, man Man, look Y'all really wanna know who did it? I'ma tell y'all who did this shit, man Man, Dale Earnhardt Jr., dawg I, yo, I'm never gonna forget This is gonna sound crazy But I'm never gonna forget that shit you told me, yo For real, Dale Earnhardt Jr., man Thank you, dawg From the bottom of my heart That shit you said to me changed my life, man And I ain't gonna never forget Ever, for real For real, Dale From me to you You my nigga, man For real I love you, boy And Jonah Hill Oh, Jonah Hill How could I forget Jonah Hill? Yo, that shit you told me when we was in the elevator Nigga, that shit changed my... I'm just fucking playing I don't know either one of those two dudes I don't know either one of them niggas It just was... I was in the moment I just lied I don't give a fuck 2014, Forrest Hill Drop Cold world, man Thank y'all for listening If you made it this far, then I really fuck with you Until the next time I don't know when that's gonna be, but One love, baby One love One love One love One love