[Hook]
 Ooh [bad word] get your kool on
 Stars are made to shine

 [Verse 1: Greg [bad word] 
I’m in the double G, three-piece tux
 Screaming dressed to kill
 Hope somebody call my bluff
It’s a full house… sipping on a royal flush
 Two queens is on my cuffs
 Good times is in the cards
 Living on borrowed time
 I’m paying the extra charge
 To feel like something small is worth a hundred large
 Swag is on [bad word]  charm is on massage
Wit is on guard, I challenge you to a duel
 Who needs a chain when every thought's a jewel
 God bless the weirdo when everyone’s a fool
 [bad word] a genie and three wishes
 I just want a bottle, a place to write my novel
I am like heroin to those that hear a rhyme and think
 How do you find this upper echelon this time
 Let’s toast to better days, a beautiful mind, and a flow that never age

 [Hook]

 [Verse 2: Black Thought]
Yo, I’m never sleeping like I’m on meth-amphtamines
Move like my enemy ten steps ahead of me
 Say my reputation precedes me like a pedigree
Gentlemanly gangsta steez beyond the seventies
 Holdin fast money [bad word] out of patience
 Move in silence [bad word] up in places
Cake by the layers
 Rich but never famous
 Hustle anonymous still remain nameless
 In hindsight [bad word] in bars like a klondike
The minute before the storm hit is what I’m calm like
 Suited and booted for a shooting like it’s prom night
 It’s suicide right pursuers tried like
 To no avail and a heroes what they died like
I’ve got em waiting on the news like I’m Cronkite
 Not in the lime light or needed for the crime right
No boasts, just bodied, chalked close to the line tight

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3: [bad word] North]
Yeah outside where the killers and the dealers swarm
 And inside they dressed up like it’s a telethon
 Black tie affair but they holding heavy arms
 Straight cash with a stash in the cummerbund
 More Bacardi and the bouncers of the party hum
 Riots [bad word] around and still we party on
 Made the quantum leap to a king from a pawn
 But it was destined the conclusion was foregone
Serenade of the former slave promenade
 Cause them long days in the sun
 Have now [bad word] shade
 So we doing high speeds in a narrow lane
 Say cheese
 Free falling from the aeroplane
 Another feather in the cap for all the years
 That we spent in luxury's lap
 Without looking back
 Cause memories could sting like hornet [bad word] it felt good to see people up on it