I've been up for 4 days
Getting money both ways
Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades
Rolexes, chauffeurs, and low fades
I keep thinking how young can you die from old age
They always tell me no one is working as hard as you
And even though I laugh it off man it's probably true
'Cause while all of my closest friends out partying
I'm just here making all the music that they party to
But party on, party on, all night nigga
I got these new rappers nervous prom night nigga
I grow tired of these fucking grown men liars
Story tellers, they ain't even need a camp fire
Uh, but I just wanna tell the truth
Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot
This sh-t feel like when fredro star was a sunset park stunting hard in his yellow goose
Ya, and I'ma motherfucking missed target
But a target none the less, and I just started
Was that directed at Moi?
Can't be, they must be talking to themselves Hov, hands free
Yeah, and I'm just filling up this daily planner
Getting busy 'cause I'm a star, no spangled banner
Jealous dudes get to talking in their music
And I just say I wrote it for yo girlfriends Kelsey Grammar
Yeah, that's what life becomes when you doing you
Welcome to Hollywood don't let this town ruin you
And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwing you
Just know that she gon' tell another nigga when she through with you
Don't get impatient when it takes to long
And drink it all even when it taste too strong yeah
I gotta feel alive, even if it kills me
Promise to always give you me, the real me

Who would have thought
I'd be caught in this life?
Let's celebrate with a toast
And get lost in tonight
And make it all light up
(Hey, Guru, tell home girl to go to open that Ace right there)
Wait until the sun goes down
We gon' make this bitch light up
Even when the sun goes down
I'm gon' make this go

Ow, hoes turning heads like owls
I'm the man of the hour
Triple entendre don't even ask me how
Con-Edison Flo I'm connected to a high power
Bright lights will make your whole city light up
A trillion watt light bulb when I'm in the night club
I just landed in that G-450, caught the Mayweather fight 'cause his satellite was crispy
Uh, y'all can miss me with the money talk
The smart moneys on Hov, f-ck what the dummies talk
I don't do to much blogging, I just run the town, I don't do to much jogging
I ain't gotta scar yet, you fucking round with me and my dogs is far fetched
Drake, here's how they're gon' come at you
With silly rap feuds trying to distract you
In disguise in the form of a favor
The Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors
Uh, and I've seen it all done it all
That's why none of these dum dums could done him off
The summers ours, the winter too
Top down in the winter, that's what winners do
And to these niggas I'm like Windows 7
You let 'em tell it they swear that they invented you
And since no good deed go unpunished
I'm not as cool with niggas as I once was
I once was, cool as the fonz was
But these bright lights turned me to a monster
Sorry mama I'm promised they wouldn't change me
But I woulda went insane, had I remain the same ME
Fuck niggas, bitches too
All I got is this money, this will do

Who would have thought
I'd be caught in this life?
Let's celebrate with a toast
And get lost in tonight
And make it all light up
(Hey, Guru, tell hom' to go to open that Ace right there)
Wait until the sun goes down
We gon' make this bitch light up
Even when the sun goes down
I'm gon' make this go

Hate is temporary love is necessary
I went from eating pussy to eating commissary
Damn I am the sickest I need therapy
You can buy the answers but you can't afford to question me
First off I don't need you second guessing me
Jail is like third base I'm coming home eventually
Still got shooters like hot tubs
Mayne I'm anemic still got bloods
I'm in my cell reading fan mail wish I was Amsterdam sipping amstel
Thinking bout all of that pussy I can't smell
Mayne they did me wrong I feel like Nelson Mandel ugh
I shine too hard and my lamp is shelved
But my name still ringing, Alexander Grahm bells
I know you met damn cause you know damn well that I still got you open open like a clam shell
Yeah still fly on my hawk shit, my conversation stinks cause I talk shit
Stay in your lane you on that double park shit
We eating at the top get a spoon and a fork lift
I got raps wrapped up like a gift
And I'd be sober if gift was a spliff
I'm feeling like Elvis jailhouse rock
I'm not Tupac I'm the new pac
Behind bars but the bars don't stop
Recording over the phone hope the call don't drop
Drizzy got the ball I know the ball won't drop
And I pray none of my kids ever wanna be cops
Young money get 'em young money got 'em
The boss got his feet up vacation on a island
Yea and tell yeah girl to send a kite up
'Cause even if you don't smoke motherfucker you're gon' have to light up

Nigga... nigga... nigga... nigga
Eh ha ha ha
(You got that shit)
Three upper
Yeah
You need me to do it again or sumn or you got me mayne
(Mayne nigga got that blood)
You got that alright bet bet bet bet bet bet bet bet bet bet when I when I can expect to hear that mayne?