Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh I told him, "Forget shawty that you thought you had 'Cause she's waitin' for me, nigga, that's my bad" If I said I want you, could we make that last? If I said I loved you, would you say that back? That's unbelievable 'Cause I'm shooting for the stars, baby, tryna make it large That's unachievable What they been sayin' all my life, but they never got it right That's unbelievable (Unbelievable) And I'm feelin' so close, tryna live what I know (Unbelievable) That's unbelievable That they hated all my life, but they never got it right, no They said I'ma be big (Oh) I'm like, "How they like with this music shit?" (Oh) Be in the studio, pray I'ma be rich (I'ma be rich) In place with my next bitch We screaming, "Fuck the money that you think you had" (Think you had) 'Cause that means nothing to what we have (Yeah) Top 100 making niggas mad (Yeah) Pull up to the function, Benjis in my bag I'm balling, I'm balling (I'm balling) I'm balling on you (Balling on you) The labels keep calling (Calling) I can't pick and choose (I can't pick and choose) The ladies, they love me (They love me) They love what I do (They love what I do) Tryna come kick it Come chill at the stu' (Come chill at the stu') I told him, "Forget shawty that you thought you had 'Cause she's waitin' for me, nigga, that's my bad" If I said I want you, could we make that last? If I said I loved you, would you say that back? That's unbelievable (Unbelievable) 'Cause I'm shooting for the stars, baby, tryna make it large That's unachievable (Unachievable) What they been sayin' all my life, but they never got it right That's unbelievable (Unbelievable) And I'm feelin' so close, tryna live what I know (Unbelievable) That's unbelievable (Unbelievable) They been hatin' all my life, but they never got it right, no

Take me back to the city that I call my city Where everybody knows my name Take me back to the people that I call my people, yeah I'm a long, long way from my city, my city Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh From my city, my city Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh This one goes out to the ones that feel like an underdog Used to write me off, now they changing up the dialogue Raise a glass to the past And all them that we're proving wrong You can take me out the city, but I brought my fam along, yeah And the memories replay in my head But I won't let them burn me again I came too far just to let go Baby, I'm coming back home Coming back home Take me back to the city that I call my city Where everybody knows my name Take me back to the people that I call my people, yeah I'm a long, long way from my city, my city Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh From my city, my city Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh And my city knew my name before the name came Living in the fast lane, ain't have to change lanes Had a hoodie on my head before the rain came Sometimes family and friends, that's the same thing I thought I knew all about pain till the pain came But I'm still in the hall of fame 'cause I ain't hate the game Never care about what it is or what it was Never live your life in fear, livin' love for my city Shed tears and shed blood In my city, I lost the ones that I loved Take me back to the city that I call my city Where everybody knows my name Take me back to the people that I call my people, yeah I'm a long, long way Take me back to the city that I call my city Where everybody knows my name Take me back to the people that I call my people, yeah Yeah, I'm on my way to my city, my city Ooh, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ooh, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ooh, ooh (Take me back, take me back, take me back) My city, my city Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh (My city, my city) My city, my city Ooh, ooh (Take me back) Ooh, ooh (Take me back) Ooh, ooh My city, my city Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh My city, my city

I admit it, I admit it, I admit it I admit it, I admit it, I admit it I admit it, I admit it, I admit it I admit it, I admit it, I admit it Hit it, flick it, wet it, lick it Smoke and chill, try to ceil Higher power, psychedelics Higher bass, that's a challenge Marijuana, sex, bodies Louis V, Gucci, Prada Money problems ain't no problem Put your hands up Damn Damn Pasties on the titties (I admit it, I admit it) 'Bout 20 thousand bitches (I admit it, I admit it) I ain't taking any pictures (I admit it, I admit it) But my purchases got me fitted (I admit it, I admit it) I admit it, I admit it, I admit it I admit it, I admit it, I admit it I admit it, I admit it, I admit it I admit it, I admit it, I admit it (I admit it, I admit it) (I admit it, I admit it) (I admit it, I admit it) (I admit it, I admit it) Perks, I'm tipsy, lean Let get it, get it in Money on the ceilin' Checks, how you feelin'? (Uh)

All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord and the future is today 'Cause tomorrow that shit never come I worry 'bout today and this urban decay I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, when did it flip-flop? Get whack and turn into gridlock I don't know, is it a government plot? I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not That's all we got and if you throw it away You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay In your Izod, this the rap God What'chu gon' put up in your iPod? Downloader, what'chu gon' do When your favorite MC got to sue you? 'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin' taboo Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu 'Cause you wanna steal this good music Put me out of business, now you lose it Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle You better ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, I'ma handle my business But today, I'ma drink this liquor 'Cause tomorrow I might be a little quicker But today I'm just the same old nigga You know that shit is still a day away Do yo' thang baby, put your life on layaway 'Cause everybody is Nostradamus Boy, don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? To all the lil' mamas Don't do a nigga like Isiah Thomas If you a bitch, please be honest Actin' like a hoe, you're not an angel While you're daydreamin 'bout your future Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you Don'tcha get stuck in neutral Put your shit in drive, while you still alive 'cause Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle I'ma ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, that shit never come I know it sounds strange but today is never done I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes one While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Nation We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich and give to the poor Hip-Hop, oh what a bore Lettin' college motherfuckers run the front door Fuck that, let's take it back to the streets Don't let Viacom dictate the heat The nerve of them, I never heard of them Askin' me about my urban spins And if I got about a thousand of them I'm a great MC accordin' to them, fuck that Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle We're gon' ride all night, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow (All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard) This is very hard to swallow (The West coast warlord, the future is today) Keep your hand up on that throttle (Get your grind on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne) (Get your grind on) Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow