Cos I get a lot of joy from the frontseat, backseat
Shotgun, b**h I'm at the wheel
You need an education
Ah, a situation
Ah, an explanation for the reason I'm on top
b**h don't ask me why
f*ggots feeling high
But I'm cool with gays, like a bullet in the grave
Like I'm chop tune house sh** sitting on my mixtape
Keep it like a black dude but I'm not racist
Get it like a white dude but I'm not complaining
Cos no white boy is ever gonna make it
Not even a rapper but baby, I can fake it
Like stumbling down those eloquent stairs
Get it like I'm real though, dead a** stares
Baby I'm that fake sh**, this right here
Frontin' like I'm real though, keep it here
Running with the f*ggots like take me to your leader
Baby can you blame me for being such a dreamer?
Being such a dreamer... (laughs) such a dreamer...