Verse 1

Now I don’t giva [bad word] what niggaz do 
I’m wearin’ Balmain thousand dollar pants 
Wake up, bake up, then im in my benz [bad word] to think about it don’t have many friends 
Go to [bad word] by my [bad word] self 
Flirt with girls when they see my car  [bad word] em when they see that im a star 
Neva eva open up or show my heart 
Its the coldest winter in the summer dog 
Many women, [bad word] em all 
They just really want to train a dog 
Im a real [bad word] to the core 
Off top baby girl further more 
Pedal to the metal to the floor 
On mulholland while im hittin’ corners hard 
Yea I gotta hit them corners hard 
I guess im just a lost cause
Just a skinny [bad word] with so many flaws 
Starin’ in the night tight jawed 
Fingers diggin’ right inside my palm 
Waitin’ waitin’ for the calm 
Seem to think I know whats goin’ on
I am [bad word]  up alive
And it seems the ghost movin’ on

Verse 2

See I could neva have a desk job 
My work take a [bad word] abroad 
Meetin’ up late with foreign broads 
Relaxin’ cuz a [bad word] hustle hard 
Man I gotta take a load off 
Need a dime that’ll take her clothes off 
Take a trip out to Doha 
Filmin short films on the whim 
Got dinner in a few with Prince Sheikh 
Kanye changed a [bad word] life twice 
Gotta ride, gotta rep, 
AYE Gettin rid of all the dead weight 
Niggaz really want me dead, HATE 
Not my fault im intriguin’ 
Drinkin and drivin no weevin 
Pop a molly, feelin’ 10 again Project X type weekend
Except a [bad word] [bad word] near 30 Like 21 had never ended 
Here I go its my second wind [bad word] 
U already know im goin in 
And I’ve been waitin’ 
I’ve been waitin’ to [bad word] on you
 [bad word] dewken