[Verse 1]
Now from my manicured hands to my totebag, I'm so bad
My grammar, my vocab, my manners, my whole swag
Dog, please, from my heart beats a story
Leaving odds beat by large leaps, to God be the glory
Your facade to me is boring
Ain't a f**ing way that you could clown me
I'm so hot, even summer play it cool around me
I sweep the town like a king, baby, peep the crown
Who else you know could tell a skyscraper, "Keep it down"?
But that ain't bout sh**, my style just appear fresher
I'm really bout this, my outfits is peer pressure
Watch your mouth, b**h
These ain't Guccis, they YSL
But f**, if it was sh** on a stick
I'd make it look fly as hell
I say I got mo' pads, that's cribs for us to go tonight
He say he got mo' pads, this n***a's on a motorbike
But f** it, pop a wheelie, throw the deuce up
If you pimping, tell your b**hes pop a pill and pull some juice up
I'm too pumped on the track, I need to calm down
I'm so over the top, I climb a mountain for the climb down
Yeah, I said climb down, n***a, my work has just begun
Why celebrate on top of a mountain if I ain't f**ing done?
I'm the one, I be a ba*tard to a**ume
You still'll be mountain climbing when I'm dancing on the moon
Success loves to hide but I go seek
Ever if I sat my pa**ion down, it would grow feet
I'm talking walk, crawl, jog, n***a, run to me
And I ain't gotta run game, it really run through me
She said, "Ain't you Los? Well, what it do, n***a?"
"You feel that breeze?" I said yeah boo-boo, I'm a cool n***a
Now she stay in arm's reach; as far as she know
I could stand on a beach and make a palm tree blow
Speaking of blow, met this freak at the show
Told her give me some head and
She began to go
She was geeking and blow, put it deep in her throat
Titties and a** need to be on a pole
Attempt to get high but she frequently low
Picked a spot on the map and a weekend to go and we gone
Body so soft and I'm blowing that strong
Got me saying, "I do" like it go in this song
I do, I do, I would, I will
For your love, who should I k**?
How good I feel, I k** myself
I'm fresh to d**h, I feel myself
You don't get it, feel myself?
Fresh to d**h, I k** myself
I'm still myself bro, who are you?
b**h, you sound like so-and-so
Rapping about such-and-such, I wish your motherf**ing flow would grow
No chance
n***a so watered down
If you put him in the ground he'd probably grow plants
Call it flowers for the dead
Yeah b**h, I'm far out like I'm hours from the crib
I heard when they get thick, you turn diva
Me, I'm riding out, and I ain't making u-turns neither
Bet you turn zero when them lions out there
Take your stripes like a tiger, leave you lying out bare
Hold up, wait a minute, n***a come back, I said
Had to slow that down, had to speed that up
Damn, I'm just freestyling, n***a, what the f**
This sh** was over a long time ago
But f** it, I said it's time to show
These n***as that
I care, I care
I make home look good like I'm Ikea
Damn n***a, this is my year, my year
And it feels so good
Say yeah baby, it feels so good
I said, I'm singing to you motherf**ers
I'm like a friend to you motherf**ers