This is the soliloquy of Soulja Boy Saint Augustine

(flight attendants please prepare for takeoff)

This shit right here, this shit is about to get real

Now my mom wants me to work

Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please)

Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe

I get more than high off less than dope

Locally grown in my holy zone

I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own

I write this for my homies

You've been the closest thing to a home I've ever known

And I know we'll never be as close as we were when we're growing up

Getting drunk and throwing up its ridiculous but

I don't want to be 95 reminiscing I could've kept in touch

With my best friends the ones who saved my life but didn't

So even though I track these vibes from you

I'm attempting to forgive you cause real friends are indispensable

I can't paint loyalty with a pen and pencil

I close my eyes and lay out the map

Up to the home state out to California

I got a schedule I don't know If I'll be able to make it back

Now my mom wants me to work

Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please)

Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe

I get more than high off less than dope

Locally grown in my holy zone

I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own

Monica I want you to know

You've been the saint that's kept my head on straight

Through all of the craziness

When I witnessed the impact someone else's choice had

I know you felt bad having to watch

A boys voice get removed from his own vocab

Thats why I rap with imperial wrath

Why I'm a superior man even back

When I had no help from my Dad

I lace up my own damn bootstraps

By the way I began rapping from you

Even though you didn't know I follow your footsteps I do

Mm now we're older I'm going to continue

Until I pay you and mom back everything I owe her

You and mom both girl MmhmmNow my mom wants me to work

Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please)

Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe

I get more than high off less than dope

Locally grown in my holy zone

I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own

Until Next Time I'll stay vigilant of the fact Uncle Sam wants me smacked

The protocol is to arrest me if they catch me

Even though I represent these blue suede shoes

The boys in blue see me as a vigilante

Diligently breaking these rules

I'm just doing my dues, I'm finally done misusing my time

I'm home, I'm giving you mine

Fuck getting by Worlds bout to collide

When Dad finds out I've been burning weed in my hotel

Make some mother fucking room for my coattail

Stay true, this JD's debut, be vintage in a few

I'll be back for your claps fresh out the lab

Powerpuffing blunts like high budget stunts

No excuses what my family thinks of the truth

I don't give a fuck (ruthless)

Now my mom wants me to work

Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please)

Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe

I get more than high off less than dope

Locally grown in my holy zone

I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own

Now my mom wants me to work

Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please)

Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe

I get more than high off less than dope

Locally grown in my holy zone

I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own