Nothing in life is promised except death.

Please, baby, no more parties in L.A.

Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans And my sheets still orange from your spray tan.

Friday night tryna make it into the city Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty Thinking back to how I got here in the first place Second class bitches wouldn't let me on first base.

A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs.

Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous.

Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans.

It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out.

I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes.

She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that.