[Verse 1: Antwon] I once smoked black tar at 1016 McKean Now I live life like America's next wet dream On the back of the bus, sipping a cold OE He alone, spliff lit, 'eft hand chilling out the window Bus driver tripping, I know he smell the endo But I gotta catch a bus, for my shift at Kinko's And they really ain't saying sh** So on payday I got a half-gran of white b**h Christina Hendrix stuck on my tide stick b**h won't stop texting me and neither will my mistress Back on the [?], but don't feel any different Buzzing, ultra-magnificent Need a rich vixen to take me out my momma's pad Used to live foul, now I'm so f**ing rad Bam Bam Bigelow when it comes to the rapping Hoes in the tight pants cause I'm staying ratchet [Hook x2] Ratchet a** n***a, nature boy swag Who the f** got twenty on a forty bag Who the f** got twenty on a forty bag Who the f** got twenty on a forty bag