[And you could tellFrom distance trynna figureThe reals say I'mBut I'm stillAnd you could tell][Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive (3X)]Ain't nothing change but the weatherAnd the temp tag sequence of letters and numbers on my ChevelleYou can ride, but hey man watch my leatherCuz bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classicRosae in the glasses, get the weed out the plasticSpitta in them Monstabeats radioactive, I don't kick it with no rappersThey be hustling backwardsLike the jeans on criss cross, who you Mack daddy or daddy mackin?Pen lyrics on back on these napkinsZoned out in a first class cabinWith noise cancellation headphonesTwo hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring down at the ocean, inspiredScribbling fire, on a streetcar named desireStruggle a fence, you oughta get caught up in the barbed-wireI'm independent, fuck yo system I get paid without itGot a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a bloggerThat rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she rolled about itYou can't deny it, I am a ridah word to Pac ambitionWhodini your main squeeze, she disappear she's a magicianYou can't blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed, ISent to the waffle house twit my order from the car manYeah...And I'm looking famousAnd you can tell by the reaction of them strangersFrom distance trynna figure if it is or if it ain't himThe reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain't shitBut I'm still...Looking famousAnd you can tell by the reaction of them strangersFrom distance trynna figure if it is or if it ain't himThe reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain't shitBut I'm still...I'm high again waiting on the sun dozed off in my '57 at the drive-inThis is a scary movie I'm inBut I do it for all my folk who genuinely want me to winI do a lot a smoking to stay over this bogus shitMy money are not on these bitches, my focus is lockedNiggas claiming to be jet planes but they notPay homage, the founder in the house kidA MILF hunter, ask yo momma she could vouch bitchIf she cool to fuck and down with rollin that barney upRace-day money on the starting gate pony upI hope your hungryI got a plate of dutch for homie, liquorEarly morning exercise doing kush upsI ain't stingy with it, got a couple pounds put upBitches used to overlook usNow in my presence they shook upSee where this rap shit done took us?I'm stil, still...