Stay high like how Im supposed to do that crowd underneath them clouds cant get close to you.

No love for em nigga breaking hearts no keys push the start.

Got you niggas checking game Im balling out on every level hear them haters talk but theres nothing you can tell em.

Soon as I hit the club look at them hoes face put the pedal once make the floor shake suede inside engine roaring its the big boy you know what I p.

Plus my city on my back like its a mothafvckin last name.

You show up to my concert looking like a fan I pull up in the car service looking like the man.

Self made G in my early twenties and own more money then oprah.

Aw man still they hate and talk smack Knowin if i was gone theird be no thrown to throw your rocks at.

The lines that I ink make rappers get kinda nervous. People telling me to sink when im trying to surface Groupies all up in my face like they got a p.

I aint trippin never slicking or slacking on my pimping.