[Verse 1] I hope you p**y muthaf**as die Wish d**h upon they soul until they burnin' in a fire I'm the illest mothaf**a breathin', f** yo rhyme or yo reason f**ing over yo issues, it's k**-a-ho-n***a season I made my way, way, I found my road, road Bar-arada-da, I made my own, ho YUGHHH , you ain't ever have sh** local n***a? Woo, how the f** I owe you local n***as? I'm a global n***a, Champs-Élysées shopper Looked up to Eric B and dope dealer, chain rockers Where was you when I was bleeding Disappointed and battling my demons I just want to ride Italian leather, acting like you don't know me Euro designer palace, f** my b**h on Missoni And I feel… [Hook: Andrea Martin] And I feel like they want to take my life Be careful what you say, be careful what you do Tell them what they want to hear, but stay from the truth And I feel like they want to take my life [Verse 2] It ain't enough that I struggle through my career Less appreciated when I was part of a pair Pushed an envelope full of truth like I was dared Depiction and the depth was the proof that I was there It's no question in my origins Photo album full of Polaroids they're still pointing in Couple million records sold, still say I'm poisoning Seven different SIM cards, bringing all that mortar in Brick by brick n***a, all you add is water in We ain't got to touch hands n***a, put your order in I just want to float through clouds Hermes seams on my towels No overly gaudy sh**, just the diamonds on the dials Woo, and I'm still buying mo' guns Mo' money, mo' murder n***a, choose one [Hook]