[Intro] Night time, is the biggest onomatopoeia you can say HAHA… … Uh [Verse 1] Nights in the Palazzo View of the grove Taking Elle women on a tour, through my beautiful home… It wasn't long ago, that every song I wrote, was all in hope, that all the broke thoughts would go, OFF and float, like hallway smoke, when coffins row In the hood, it's a coffin for colds No cure, but we livin' to die Like dyin' is another form of livin' a lie So we livin' to live While we wishin' to fly Envision the sky, kiss it goodbye, and listen to I We goin' higher than the heights of average Afraid of heights? Take the rites of pa**age You never seen a star before tonight's flight? Midday is like a plugged-in Nite Brite … And all the other planets lookin' type hype Like, “Charles, I know you ain't forget my Sprite, right?” [Chorus] We all celebrities now, because we gettin' money! Everybody in town, because we gettin' money! I think I'm wearin' a crown, because we getting' money NOW… But every time I look DOWN... ... I emerge from the ground with a FROWN WHAT AM I GONNA DO NOW... WHAT AM I GONNA DO NOW... ... All the money that I get NOW [Verse 2] First-cla** flights to conferences WHERE, my confidence IS, what got me this, HERE Moment to share witcha' Know that I'm here witcha' Even when I'm not, and I gotta say “There.” witcha' Even when I am, and I'm able to hear witcha' There It's official. I can be clear witcha Fear, is a queer, if you stick out your rear Dyin' one moment, just to live out the year ALL the inspiration I give out to my peers… I wanna “duff” some n1ggas; Spit out my beer … But that would imply that I'm not sober… … And when it come' to duffin' n1ggas, I'm Homer You're more Barney Whatchu' want, punk? You can't harm me You lookin' punch drunk Save the hate for the President, ‘cause I'll “Family Guy” your whole run Straight make you IRRELAVENT [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm gettin' head from a p**n star; Sleepin' with a label mate Dating the craziest little lady from the Angel state Good friends with Mr. “808s and Heartbreak”; I'm compression in a hard day, my profession ain't all day… It's every day Rock star N1ggas imitating me, like it's not hard Can't stop, Charles. I'm Bubba Ray Dudley Show, put these n1ggas on a table that's a breakaway… … Like sweatpants That snap-on I need a track, so I can Slim Jim rap on That means snap on. Elbow drop I'm more focused than ever, I tell hoes “STOP.” I don't f*ck just to bust a nut, ‘cause, when the lustin' rushes up What are you stuck with? A puddle of “muck“, a b*tch that got stuck to you, and vice-versa It's not luck, it su*kS … Charles Hamilton [Chorus] [Talking During Chorus] The only way to move when you're on top of the world… … … is at top speed HAHAHAHA… ?Catch up to ‘em!?