[Verse 1]
 Bridge over troubled water, ice in my muddy water
 Rich off a mixtape, got rich off a mixtape
 Probably shouldn’t be driving, it just got so much harder
 Can’t even see straight, I can’t even see straight
 Oh, [bad word] with me, I buy the shots
 Live a little, cause niggas die a lot, and lie a lot
 But I’m the [bad word] that’s right I [bad word] said it
 The living proof that you ain’t gotta die to get to heaven
 You Girl, you right there, you look like you like this [bad word] 
 How’d I know, how’d I know? That’s me on some psychic [bad word] 
 I could tell a lie if you asking me my where-abouts
 But I might talk that real if you ask me what I care about
 Rappin’ [bad word]  rappin’ [bad word] [bad word] 
 And rappin’ rappin’ an’ [bad word] until all of us switches
 I swear, it’s been two years since somebody ask me who I was
 I’m the greatest, man, I said that before I knew I was
 That’s whats important, what really happened before this
 When me and my crew was all about this rapper from New Orleans
 Singing “walking like a man, finger on the trigger
 I got money in my pocket, I’m a uptown [bad word]  ah”
 With fame on my mind, my girl on my nerves
 I was pushing myself to get something that I deserve
 That was back in the days, Acura days
 I was a cold dude, I’m getting back to my ways

[Hook]
 People always ask how I got my nice things
 Take my crown to the grave, I’m an underground king
 I bet we can make tonight the greatest story ever told
 Cause I’m down to spend whatever, lately I’ve been on a roll
 And I do it for the city, cause you know the city love a [bad word] 
 Do it for the city, cause you know the city love a [bad word] 
 Do it for the city, cause you know the city love a [bad word] 
 Do it for the city, (UGK [bad word] these other niggas)

[Verse 2]
 Sometimes I need that romance, sometimes I need that pole dance
 Sometimes I need that stripper thats gon’ tell me that she don’t dance
 Tell me lies, make it sound good, make it sound good
 Do me like the women from my town would
 Leather with that woodgrain, [bad word] on wood floors
 Talking all them good things, that’s all I’m really good for
 Memphis Tennessee no, see I start to go deep back
 In Ridge Crest with my seat back with Yo Gotti and E-Mack
 And these niggas got them diamonds glowing in they mouth
 And they rockin’ furs like its snowing in the south
 And every pretty girl tell me that’s the [bad word] that she like
 So why am I a classic, this is who I’m trying to be like
 So I drop out, lessons I was taught are quick to fade
 As soon I realize that turnin’ papers in won’t get me paid
 If I don’t nothing I’mma ball
 I’m countin all day like a clock on the wall
 Yeah I need that, making major changes to the life I’m living
 I had no choice, I had to prove I made the right decision
 That was back in the days, Acura days
 I was a cold dude, I’m getting back to my ways

[Hook]