Wake up in the morning, grab my trees and I get to it Young nigga, I do my own thing so let me do it If you wanna know a thing about me, I'm 'bout my paper Fuck a bitch, soon as my iPhone ring I see you later Hop on in the Chevy, grab my keys and then I'm outtie First thing, If it's 'bout that cheese, then I'm about it I be stacking up, got no time for niggas hating Low we backing up, keep that clean and watch some Daytons Cruising down the street, hear my car before it's coming Fuck the police, windows down, I'm smoking something And my bitch bad, she gon' ride If shit get crazy Goons masked up, they gon' slide you try to play me Since a young nigga, kept that pack up in the telly Since a young nigga, been had tats like Makaveli Shoot for fun nigga My niggas bust, you better run nigga King of fucking everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna When I touch down, have that pack, you fucking with me Fuck the bitch once, she talkin' about she love with me Let her smoke weed, drink champagne, do drugs with me We go out of town, dinner at TAO, do clubs with me What you niggas think, got more bank than and more ranks Smoking weed with some bitches in the club who don't drink Talkin' about they get money, they got expensive taste So I put it in her mouth and sent 'em both on their way I'll be there for one night, don't give a fuck if I stay Spent a couple hundred thousand in a couple of days Smoke a pound in my suite and then come up with a plate Bitch came over to my crib and had a comfortable stay She feeling my car, she feeling my chain She think I'm a star, I'm feeling the same I take her abroad, I fuck her insane I'm switching up broads, I'm killing the game Long range King of fucking everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna

Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense All your stories are about your death The lemmings on the way to the cliff, the brain-dead boys Calling you a hooligan, a Border Reiver git The boxer with a box of old shit, the big white noise It's all about the money now You put the hard drive in the microwave You antelope, you are a sack of wine Huh, huh Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense Just blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire Blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire, I don't know It's all about the Benjamins It's all about the wilderness for me Tomorrow is a wonderful idea Huh, huh It's the end of the contender The end of the contender It's the end of the contender The end of the contender Feeding time, animatronic eyes Are a-watching with delight (the end of the contender) A churning mind, oh, give me that rabid smile Those Creddahornis eyes Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense (It all made sense) The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender

(Oh-oh-oh) I'll be gone like summer, I'll be here like rain Far beyond my expertise where I'ma be that day When you're gone like sunburn or you're here like rain Far beyond my expertise where I'ma be that day There was a movement in the sky this morning The clouds tore open and it started storming on me Looking at the roof in this broke apartment Watch in case the walls start closing on me I used to have an old beat black guitar I used to sleep in all of these trashy cars I used to make the beat and spit the rap in the closet Before anybody cared who the rapper was And now my food got no taste And my room got no space, and my head got so big Don't remember who you is, dawg Don't remember when it switched, but Yeah, it's dark out here, you better believe it Yeah, it's dark I felt a hole in my soul this evening I thought it would be different after I left treatment I stood up to a demon, mama, you should've seen it Remember back when Alex had no front teeth? I do, I remember most of it Back before I shed my shell, now I'm a ghost of it Remember back when it was the four of us like ghostbusters? Remember that? I ain't even know a democrat from a lumberjack Now it's mostly politics Now I work on holidays, now I'm worth all kinda things Now kids pin me up in living rooms in they mama's place Man, I moved out my mama's place and then I bought my mama place Then I replaced my mama with a white bitch from the Palisades Then after she broke up with me, I became who my mama hates, I became my dad I would break promises that I would make to my favorite people I'd cheat on my favorite bitch and then I would lie through my teeth You remember when Alex had no front teeth? (I don't remember shit) I don't have a good memory (I mean, I do, it's more like flashbacks) yeah (That's what you have? Like, flashes?) Yeah, I have, like, a lot of 'em They're very like brief flashes What about babyhood, do you have any babyhood shit in the back of your head? Like, I don't remember nothing as a toddler Do you remember, like? No? I figured as much, so you got my memory What's your earliest memory? Any? (Uhm) What house do you remember? What's your first house you remember? 'Cause I don't even remember (I remember) Well, I remember your first house, house, it was actually an apartment (I remember)

Oh, whoa, huh Toast your dilemma, baby (ooh-ooh) It's only temporary (ooh-ooh) Don't be so messy-headed (ooh-ooh) I help you meditate (ooh-ooh) We're drunk in these fancy places (ooh-ooh) I help you navigate 'cause (ooh-ooh) Nobody 'round you makes an effort And I wanna make an effort (wanna make it look easy) What in the the world is Gonna make you listen? I got a bottle for two And I feel a lil' frisky What in the the world is (what in the world is) Gonna make you listen? I got a bottle for two And I feel a lil' frisky (yeah, yeah) Toast your December, baby (ooh-ooh) It's not the end of days (ooh-ooh) Oh, don't be so messy-headed (ooh-ooh) You'll have your revelation I never did get the way she used to quiet down when I asked her (ooh-ooh) "What'd you do to make it here and what you wanna do after?" (Ooh-ooh) "Be quiet," she said, "Shut up" (shut up, ooh-ooh) Now lift up and let your glasses touch, mmh (ooh-ooh) Toast your dilemma, baby (ooh-ooh) It's complicated, but it's temporary (ooh-ooh) And nobody 'round you makes an effort And I wanna make an effort Oh, what in the world is Gonna make you listen? I got a bottle for two And I feel a lil' frisky What in the world is (what in the world is) Gonna make you listen? (Ooh-ooh) I got a bottle for two And I feel a lil' frisky (Ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh)

Still with my old girl, that's cool See how much I changed since school See how much I've made, see how much we makin' Still in the same boat Still can't relate to my day-ones Still hide my face when I get out Yeah, I got a place in L.A., woo Yeah, I'm out of space in (yeah, I'm out of space in) Please don't ask to stay in it Please don't ask to stay (don't ask, you know why) I ain't got time to play (don't ask, you know why) I ain't tryna pay for your braids (don't ask, you know why) Yeah, I'm still the same (don't ask, you know why) Yeah, I'm still the same (don't ask, you know why) Yeah, I feel it Yeah, I feel the same (don't ask, you know why) (Don't ask, you know why) stay bugging out (Don't ask, you know why) days on end (Don't ask, you know why) days on end Play this often, don't take this shit too serious Know you get insecure, wish I had more wisdom for ya Ayy, when she gone, you know mama missin' on ya Brother, all that bullshit goin' on, it makes you strong It made me stronger, ayy All that makin' me worry, don't run off in a hurry Save some bread for your thirties (yeah, yeah) Need ya, need ya, yeah Need ya But I don't need no bitch with no code of honor I can't fuck with these kids, man, I'm so beyond 'em Too much flavor, baby, walkin' soda fountain Cold inside and I'm a Southern Florida boy Should've told the judge before they locked me up Ain't shit in the universe that could stop me, bruh Every kid with me grew together, I'm proud of us From a sunken place to the top And look at what we accomplished Everything that you talked about And I can tell you what it means, but it's not enough Man, this shit ain't what it seem where you watch it from I done took a L on every corner like a swastika And I only showed yo' ass the cream when the crops were cut I just hope you think about everything when you play this song Don't take that shit too serious Yeah, yeah, I, I Need ya, need ya, need ya