Hey, 10,000 dollar hands, million dollar plan
My fam's still the only people that really know me for who I am [bad word]  got me askin' when I got this fly
The type to change because of fame, I'm just not that guy
Still sippin' on my 40 when the cops drove by
When I go, gotta tell my girl to stop, don't cry
See, I-I-I been buyin' these diamonds
All designer clothes and a Benz just to drive in
Autograph signin' must've got to my head [bad word] that, I've been the same lil' [bad word] Always down to share my [bad word]  melody with snare kick
So I don't give a [bad word] about some lames I rode the ferry with
My larynx is imperative to live, music's what I need, boy
Destroy all of these fake me's, they decoys
Everywhere I go, [bad word] give me free toys
These random strangers just treatin' me like weed? boys
 
[Hook]
Pennsylvania nights, 9:30 flights
Thinking to myself, where does all this go?
No time to care, more I can share
By now, this life is all I know
So this is all I know, this is all I know
Taught myself to walk, then got up and took flight
Hey, [bad word] s always gonna be [bad word] So make a toast to the good life