Boys, now listen, we got more motherf**kin' TV screens on the outside the damn tour bus than on that motherf**ker.

Boys playin' Playstation we come through motherf**kin' hang gliding off motherf**kin' Versace skyscrapers.

I don't get it, what more can you ask for?

Yeah, sound sound sound

Real 6 side sh*t

Sickos, ah man

Yeah, when you get to where I'm at

You gotta remind 'em where the f**k you at

Every time they talkin' it's behind your back

Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack

They gone say your name on them airwaves

They gone hit you up right after like it's only rap

Jewels look like I found a motherf**kin' treasure map

And ain't told no one where the f**k it's at

Shout out to the G's from the ends

We don't love no girls from the ends

I'm gone hit 'em with the wham once again

I'mma always end up as a man at the end, dog

It's just apparent every year

Only see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror

Lookin' at myself like there it is there

Yea, like there it is there man, whoop

I ain't tryna chance it

I be with the bands like a ni**a went to Jackson State or Grambling

Young Nick Cannon with the snare drum, dancin'

Watch the way I handle it

Bring it to the bedroom, you know that sh*t is candle lit

She know I'm the man with it, uh

With the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton

I ain't playin' with it

I ain't felt the pressure in a little while

It's gonna take some getting used to

Floatin' all through the city with the windows down

Puttin' on like I used to

They never told me when you get the crown

It's gone take some getting used to

New friends all in their old feelings now

They don't love you like they used to man

When you get to where the f**k I'm at

You gotta remind 'em about where you been

About all of the money that done came and went

About the two cents I ain't never spent

When they say you're too famous to pack a gat

I gotta remind 'em about where I'm from

Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone

Steppin' on to squish a roach like a steppin' stone

Goin' at a ni**a throat like a herringbone

Boy do I smell beef? Mmmm pheromones

Got a f**kin' halo over my devil horns

Trap pumpin' all night like Chevron

Suck a ni**a dick for an iPhone 6

F**k my ni**a Terry for a new Blackberry

You can buried for an ounce of Katy Perry

I was only five but still remember the drought in '87

Lord tell 'em b**ches I ain't got no time to play games with 'em

I ain't got no time

Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence

I'm f**kin' her mind

I got, mind control over Deebo

Parmesan my panino

Promethazine over Pinot

And when my blood start shootin' that's B-roll b**ch

I ain't felt the pressure in a little while

It's gonna take some getting used to

Floatin' all through the city with the windows down

Puttin' on like I used to

They never told me when you get the crown

It's gone take some getting used to

New friends all in their old feelings now

They don't love you like they used to man

Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay?

Let's just go ahead and just let bygones be bygones

I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224

Oh man, these boys don't even understand

Listen when you see OVO Jodi pull up on the scene with Drake

For goodness sakes, well for goodness sakes

You see this mixtape you listenin' to? This an album

Yea, we could have, we could have sold it to you for 17.99 or 29.99 with the shirt, buy it at the Target

These motherf**kers trippin' so hard I had to look down and double check cause I thought they had their shoes tied together

Motherf**kers got they shoes tied together

What more could you ask for?

Boys harassing me with these questions

How about this?

How about don't ask me know more motherf**king questions, we ain't doing no interview