Welcome to my life

Whole lot of white

Different drugs and different hoes every night

Want me to sober up

Shit

But I can't enough

Living this life I'm a tortured soul

I ain't a rapper I'm rock and roll

But I got bars and a lot of flows

Feel like a star when I'm in the Rolls

Me and Cam just like Kobe and Shaq

Matter fact like Amare and Nash

Straight to the money I give and go

I'm hall of fame at the pick and roll

I been the best man they gotta know

Passing a test selling out a show

Ice on my neck like my heart is froze

But I swear to God got a heart of gold

Who wanna beef then lets run it up

You catch an uppercut

Know I'm the shit but I'm fucking up

Ain't no one touching us

Why I'm so cocky its obvious

Riding eight deep look like an octopus

Know Imma hop out

And boy when I do I won't stop now

What happened to running that mouth now

His mouth zipped shut but his heart loud

Who really want it

I gotta know I gotta know yeah

Four in the morning

I gotta go I gotta go yeah

Come without warning tucking a pole tucking a pole yeah

Body in Corning but that's all that I know thats all I know yeah

I gotta shotty in back of the trunk

Short nosed call that shit little pump

I do not fight make a call you get jumped

Swing for the fences all you do is bunt

Eddie Yampolsky I only smoke blunts

Hundred K in the next six months

I been obsessed with how to grow my funds

Shipping out infinite packs of the Runtz

They want a feature I tell them I got them

But first I'm gonna need a fucking deposit

I used to do all of that shit for free

Then I found out nobody better than me

I got some homies that think that they better but every time we in the studio

I just be gassing nah matter fact I'm burning leather this

Burnt Rubber got me high as a feather

Who really want it

I gotta know I gotta know yeah

Four in the morning

High off the snow High off the snow yeah

Come without warning

Snubbing the nose

Shooters on pro yeah

I feel important

Balling like Rose

Covered in Gold yeah

All these little local pussies be tweaking

Boy I'm a goat don't know why you speaking

Me and you we are not one in the same came out the mud and I found me some fame

Really these local rappers they be tricking me

You ain't as good man you gotta be kidding me

I should rinse out my mouth for saying Nicky P

Ain't no fucking way in hell that he taking me

I done more albums videos merch shows couple thousand miles down on the road

Really made a name before I could blow

Now I'm selling out arenas I know

Haters watching plotting they gotta go

Making profit stop it I'm on a roll

Pocket rocket cock it I'm gonna blow

Been a profit God I already know

Jesus