Ok I'm swerving up in that Mazzarati

Shifting lanes feeling half awake

Got diamonds and ice up on my body

Taking first class across the states

No I ain't chilling in myrtle beach

But still I'm making all of these waves

Don't catch no breaks get no sleep

But bitch you know im getting paid

I'm feeling myself

I might pull up in a top hat

Solo motherfucker

Run the game without a contract

Finish his career

Like we were playing Mortal Kombat

Think my time is now

Somebody tell me where the clocks at

Steady on the rise

Like I've been wielding the power pole

I'm arrogant when stacking bread

I guess I'm getting sourdough

Growing up I never fit in

Chilling in the outer zone

Things been only getting better

Feeling like I'm Howard Jones

I gotta shine each time I

Step up out the house

Put in work under the radar

But I know they see me now

Tired of living in the gutter

Now I'm cleaning that bitch out

Feeling like I'm Tom Petty

Bitch I'm never backing down

I've been through losses I've been through pain,

Fought through my troubles I'll get me a gain,

Been through the war and it drove me insane,

Took a ticket one way never hopped off the train,

I'll get me a place where I'm better to waste,

Let me burn through the lyrics and heed what I say,

When the judge slams that gavel and closes the case,

I'm closer today than I was yesterday,

Give me the flowers when I am alive,

Let me die in my sleep through the ashes I rise,

And I storm through the city catch it by surprise,

A legend could live but I'm not what they're like,

God couldn't hear the things what I was speaking,

Through the darkness I spoke to my demons,

I look at my life as a lesson I'm teaching,

I'm more than your average I'm not with the leeching

I gotta shine each time I

Step up out the house

Put in work under the radar

But I know they see me now

Tired of living in the gutter

Now I'm cleaning that bitch out

Feeling like I'm Tom Petty

Bitch I'm never backing down

Half of these niggas don't know what they doin

The other half of all these lil niggas ain't got no class yeah these niggas is truant

I'm good

I don't wanna hear ya song lil bro

I ain't gon pull up to ya lil show

Unless my insomnia kickin

That shits been a bitch to me these days

The nerve of these niggas to try to compare us. They just ain't aware we ain't theee same

Please mane

Like can somebody freeze frame

Can somebody pause all these lil mini-me's like we got Austin powers on the display

Don't come over this way

Unless you really tryna put in work

Member them days of playin in the dirt

But now I gotcha girl. I'm playing in her skirt

I ain't even know that lil hoe could twerk and now I gotchu mad. You want me on a shirt