[Hook] I've got so much to say I know I've came so far You understand my Swag The you should look up in the stars The stars, the stars, the stars [Kid Cudi] No big names. No big chains Just Plain Pat visions with some sick aim Cool Beans though, 10 Deep Jeans ho Stampede fitted in the range with a knitted No gimmick: Real time, Real heart Real words...Elegant: A piece of art No famous name vouch and I'm still the sh** n***a first couple songs, no guest appearances Now you sick, mayne. I ain't takin stabs I'm just taking names, then I'm kickin' a** I'll never be retro like a Cool Kid With only two songs, look at what I did Me and my n***a Wale let them s**as pa** Till we fed up and wet up Where n***as keep they swag To the 'R'. Ruin n***as hopes of success After LeBron, I'm what's next [Hook] Look up at da stars (3x) [Wale] Now I'm back on my grizzle, A plethora of strippers I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle I'm curious Jorge, f** what dem who*es say Most of them is faker than the horse hair they forced in I be in the club looking for a couple more of dem Sorta like my first date. Fresher by the hullin' I don't need your girl. Man I got a lot They say he got a lot of whips, well I got A LOT You can't unwind it. Rising and climbing Ain't nobody brighter... I'm the man Winona Ryder Lex Luger, narcissist, the mirrors get excited The game is a store, Then miracle what I am Maryland where I am, You n***as is behind us There is not a list to find 'em Anti-violent...Stylin, Lyrically inclined and Who so ever hate, Mother shower him in violets [Hook]