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?