Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Vocals
Danny Pravder
Piano
Mike Steven Velez
Cello
Alison Bjorkedal
Harp
Idle Kid
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Kilhoffer
Songwriter
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Andre Patrick
Songwriter
James A. McMillen
Orchestrator
Mike Steven Velez
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Cudi
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer
Adam Michalak
Strings Engineer
Idle Kid
Producer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You can depend on Cud Life to kill it
Having guillotine dreams with my enemies
See 'em in the ditch, see 'em out, hit the exit
Can't stand to hear a bitch **** mouth
I took a hook in the road to get in the mode, Geronimo
Get in my jeans, white T, Cleveland fitted
Hoes know me round the map, I can't hide the old summers
Hit the fuse and I lit it, the rest unfolds
Tell me, how the fuck does he does it?
Levels unreachable, can't pin 'em to a mold
It's like a **** been here before, shit is a bore
My thoughts soar in the AM
Slay them like machine round the clock with a twelve gauge, aim
Tellin' Satan to fuck off
Hated the hand I was given
Tossed that shit back like God must be kiddin'
And not for a **** like me
Not for the family, not for the similar plans I just dumped
And I made me simple choices, heard voices follow
No, can't topple a man with passion
These hoes don't distract the God, I am no clown
Grown man layin' the stones all around in my throne
My kingdom throwin' from space
Fuck all expressions on face, this is the case
I am in place to be great
No fakes, raisin' the stakes
I am in place to be great
[Verse 2]
Uh, doin' music, TV, and movies
Sittin' on a floor we ain't heard of
Uh, and the media wanna act like I ain't out here, I'm out here
Runnin' laps around these hoes (For years)
Runnin' the game, no cheat codes
Unfuckwittable, with two T's, ****, who else but Cud?
Give a motherfuck
[Verse 3]
I does it, I, I, I
I does it and
I does it, yeah, I
I, I does it, yeah
I, I does it, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
****, I does it, yeah
Oh, I, ****, I does it, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
I does it, yeah
I does it, yeah
Oh, ayo
[Verse 4]
Every ghetto comes from another not optin'
The kush in the lungs, a bushel of nugs
Awaken the dope, runnin' up your soul, the coke
Got the homies in the hood and they're on to rage on
Fast lane, push it to the limit
Uh, enjoy the spoils, but don't bask in it
And see, I really wanna get me a farm and grow crop
Live with some girls who love me and this cock
The more I grow, the more I double in powers
9M busy for cowards, truth be cold but told
Won't be a drone clone
Half-hearted, sheep in the herd
Brainwash the world 'cause
I'ma raise some hell, you know this
And if I piss people off along the way, bonus
Look at these **** are stale chips
Runnin' round thinking they fresh, but they stale shit
And corny bitches need corny ****, it's well fit
God have a plan for e'rybody, but I'm it
Chosen, Scotty better even the mood
Get lost in the tune, forget it all, take flight, my dove
Say we are the, we are the knights in the world
With some money that's in the drawer
We gettin' done up, the sun up, LG, sunny-side up
I'm runnin' for you, I'm takin' the cue
I'm havin' a drink, smokin' a few
Here's to you, you, you, and you, salud
I bet you would do, salud
[Verse 5]
Uh, doin' music, TV, and movies
Sittin' on a floor we ain't heard of
Uh, and the media wanna act like I ain't out here, I'm out here
Runnin' laps around these hoes
Runnin' the game, no cheat codes
Unfuckwittable, with two T's, ****, who else but Cud?
Give a motherfuck
[Verse 6]
I does it, I, I, I
I does it and
I does it, yeah, I
I, I does it, yeah
I, I does it, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
****, I does it, yeah
Oh, I, ****, I does it, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
I does it, yeah
I does it, yeah
Oh, ayo
Written by: Andre Patrick, Anthony Kilhoffer, Scott Mescudi

