I got everything and still want more,

Down for anything that you up for

Putting all this shit together, that’s a tough sport

You ain’t never on your job, what the fuck for?

Pussy boi, oh no, they don’t want war

Hear 'em asking gotta give em what they come for

Back, back, now I’m sitting at your front door

They be on they phones so much I know they they thumbs sore

Applying pressure is the move, fresher than the womb

And the way I make 'em groove get em in the mood -uh

As student was astute, what I got lose?

Once was thirsty now it’s crazy cause I got the juice (juice)

You make a choice to either change or just stay the same

The world is crazy it’s a struggle just remaining sane

That’s why these people getting higher than a paper plane, on they David Blaine, dammit maine

Pitbull type of shit, in love, I don’t like a bitch

I’m cool but when I get inside my mode you know it’s frightening

I’m popping and I’m popping and I’m popping like some Vicodin

If it don’t happen first, gotta dust off then go try again

Took so many L’s I feel we finally got the right to win

You know I never been a waiter, I ain’t dining in

A lot of people want to be him, funny, I am him

They never thought that we would make it with this type of skin