[INTRO]
Yeah! , Uh uh, Yeah! , uhhh uh uh uh , yeah , uh

[Verse]
I just, think about all my past times, Get on these fucking tracks and make these words rhyme. I don't even sell no dimes, cause i do not have no time, but i used to reminisce when me and homies as on the grind. All the time tryna' shine cause we need them new things, now a boy got pinky rings, switching lanes with 6 chains, i dont even give a fuck, used to have a black truck, on the way in zip codes that i do not go no mo, oh shit!, i got shows every mother fucking weekend, me and my bestfriend and fucking speaking, got friends from down under arriving in the morning, tell em that Makonnen is the best thing going, worldwide now you know it, finally i can show it, young boy in the city looking like i'm fucking growing, all the way with the moon, ocean, sun when it be snowing, i don't know how i got it, im so thankful for the flow and My friends once again when they come back around, i remember all night we was selling that brown, to some motha fucking junkies i was acting like a monkey, swinging off dem got damn trees, making hunnids of dem things, all damn night with Dawight now a nigga barely see, anytime of fucking drugs who the fuck is me?, i just once was a young boy on the fucking corner, selling all this dope from Atlanta to California, and now i bought it back all the way to the west, cause dem niggas in the east said i was one of the best, so im like let me go see if the rumors true, when i step off in the room, niggas be mad at who?, when i step in studios niggas tryna sound like who?, now got damn i ride around in black fucking coups now, dont even need to pick it up, nigga come deliver me, feel like im dominoes the way they fucking playing me, oh shit its a game, nigga love my last name, girls want my last name i switch em wit my last game, hit em with some new shit like, how the fuck do it?, i remember being in church staring at the poolpits, like got damn, that water could make me feel stronger, then i seen that preachers daughter get killed by a gang banger on the fucking corner and them girls was out here singing songs, bout sweet Jesus and how he was gone come back home, put my whole family on, as they fucking waiting niggas on the eastside out here still hating, cause they knew that I'm great when i came from the south, now im hottest in the north,and shit else to talk about,my like damn uncle sam who the fuck is donald trump?, these niggas done fucked up presidents be going up, now the life in America is all about the money have no time for no jokes, ain't seeing shit funny, when my friends fucking dying and drugs fucking colliding, everyday in communities bitches wanna do me, niggas out here shooting bullets when we ride past, im like oh shit what happened i forgot abour my dad, cause that nigga did me wrong way back in 96' now im feeling like a bad dog, looking like Michael Vicks, out here switching fucking teams, can't find my fucking path, im on the fucking road so damn glad that i have fucking twice nother day at life, i remember last week when i was felt like a bum, shit be fucking poppin now like a nigga is bubble gum, i remember a nigga being so broke i couldn't afford no bubble yum, now im seeing now and laters riding round in the latest jaguar supercar, saying im a superstar and my mom came to my release, thank God for warner but, man i never swear that i would leave California, when i was young i felt dumb, thought that i had to be gang banging, out here fucking slanging drugs but now all these songs im singing i can't think abour no hook, history about these books, all i know is fucking dope fiends and a few crooks, they fucking switch they ways off in the USA, now i feel like GPS when using im using that ways, in a app i could snap, on any fucking rap, but a nigga hate on me, at the same time give me daps, i use tuh be a young fool, but now im feeling smarter, got damn thank God im feeling like a scholar, didn't go to college unless it was for beauty, now the girls love they want me out in movies, i done signed a stupid deal wit a new agency, hope they put me on a ucking tv show on channel E!, got damn im entertaining , oh shit ain't complaining cause the money that im making is enough to buy Jamaica Uhh!, i love it, but sometimes i don't, uh i think ill stay but sometimes i won't, i swear that i shouls leave, what is up my sleeve, everybody hating, hating on me, so i fly all the time when i look at the moon, i remember being home, making songs in my room, but now i fly. All the time and i stare at the moon, i remember when i was young making songs in my room, vut now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon, i remember making songs back in my room but now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon, i remember making songs in my room
With my dogs, little 2 pitbulls, man them just fucking died i swear this shit ain't cool, o been hurting so bad i can't even call my dad thank God i got my mom, hope that she ain't feeling sad, bout the rumors going around, in the town what they saying that im fucking new agent and im looking like satan, all im doing is K and the coke all night, im like momma no im not but she know i sold that white, so it might not sound to fucking far fetch, plus you losing all this weight man you looking kind of sick, im like man no im not, i be running in the morning, im practicing for the world's stage so i can put a show on, that's is good as beyonce, look for my fiancé, retire off this rap shit, chilling in the bungalow, got damn dont need no hoes, i just need the fucking cash, i remember being broke, couldn't afford the fucking dash, that's the bus that be ridin on western Ave. I remember being down there, crying for my dad, he like fuck you im leaving, i was out there weepin, now im the man from, Acrin to Cleveland, and beyond doing songs, you know i could fucking snap, i be out here looking fitted all the kids waiting for claps, but these niggas dont give me claps, they just give me stank eye, so i hit em with that whip. Cook that chicken one time, now yo girl say she wanna kick it backstage, i know what she really want, just to hit it backstage and fuck around and break a condom, so she could have my child, and when a nigga fall off she say that i ain't shit now, but i never will fall off, cause i never got on, im the same little kid, making songs in my room, now when i fucking fly i just stare at the room, at the moon, in my room, at the same time im feeling like a bride and a groom, want somebody come and marry me, i been smoking all night, i should fucking pay the fee, to the fucking sulkers club, way i be, be going up, got damn nobody fuck wit me, cause i ain't going up, on a fucking tuesday but i got new news today, i could make plenty songs, slow it down anyway, all in the USA, they know im leaving soon, i remember making songs staring at the moon, in my room, now when i fly, i just stare at the moon, cause i remember making songs in my room, now when i fly, i just stare at the moon, cause i remember being alone just making these songs in my room, making these songs in my room, i remember being alone, in my room, staring at the moon