Cos I get a lot of joy from the frontseat
Backseat, shotgun, b**h I'm at the wheel
You need an education
Ah, ah situation
Ah, an explanation for the reason I'm on top
b**h don't ask me why
f*ggots feeling high
Cos I'm cool with gays like a bullet in the grave
Like I'm chop tune house sh** sitting on a mixtape
Get it like a black dude, but I'm not racist
Give it like a whack dude, but I'm not complaining
No white boy is ever gonna make it
Not even a rapper
But baby I can fake it
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
Runnin with these f*ggots like take me to your leader
Baby can you blame me for being such a dreamer?