Ridin in the car with it
Lyin under stars with it
Stop then I part with it
I aint gonna start with it
Lightin up cigars with it
Smokin and livin large with it
Do it fore youre gone, bitch
Dead in designer clothes, bitch
Ash on the floor, Im cashed, so you know
Dont expect me to move, no, dont expect me to choose
Dopin on the road, Im coping with the thoughts
You know that all my blinds closed, you know I never leave home
Did you ever think that 
I would ever make that? 
No one ever knew me 
Now they all on me 
Sittin on my profits, applause is a promise
Young scumbag, never thought about college
No, Im not clean, bitch, no, Im not nice
Just cause you making music too dont mean we alright
Ridin in the car with it
Lyin under stars with it
Stop then I part with it
I aint gonna start with it
Lightin up cigars with it
Smokin and livin large with it
Do it fore youre gone, bitch
Dead in designer clothes, bitch