[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 [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