| I’m Donnie Darko |
| I’m drunk |
| Swerve down a dark road |
| How fast can the car go? |
| With a trunk full of cargo |
| I pull up from Barstow |
| I call up Carlo, he call up Marco |
| Back to drugs, got a barcode |
| Man, this shit that make my heart cold |
| Pull up, I’m making a drop off |
| She mad that I’m making a stop off |
| I’m in the drop getting topped off |
| She never wanna get dropped off |
| I put the molly on her tongue |
| She said it burned just hot sauce |
| They letting them shots off |
| Now they taping your block off |
| Give a fuck how you feel |
| You ain’t real, you a knockoff |
| Even ya own bitch |
| Know that you all on my dick |
| Hop off |
| 5 mill for the Cali crib |
| Middle finger to my old neighbors |
| I put out a album called Immigrant |
| I’m in the country with no papers, damn |
| Said if there’s smoke I’ll be right there |
| All of my dogs don’t fight fair |
| I’m the Arabian dream, ho |
| I’m the American nightmare |
| They left me to die in the darkness |
| I was ahead by light years |
| I’m the Arabian dream, ho |
| I’m the American nightmare |
| Shut the fuck up, let me ride in silence |
| With a whole magazine, ho, I subscribe to violence |
| She stacking up money, yeah, but she racking up mileage |
| She payin' for collagen but she won’t pay for college |
| I ain’t no Nostradamus, he thinkin' he got him a goddess |
| All of these modern Madonnas just look like each other, I promise |
| She asking for Birkins but really she twerkin' for dollars |
| I ain’t judging, I’m just being honest |
| Said if there’s smoke I’ll be right there |
| All of my dogs don’t fight fair |
| I’m the Arabian dream, ho |
| I’m the American nightmare |
| They left me to die in the darkness |
| I was ahead by light years |
| I’m the Arabian dream, ho |
| I’m the American nightmare |
| Yeah |
| I’ve reached the top then I free fall |
| Dog, my life like a seesaw |
| They really thought I would fade away |
| Fuck 'em all I’ma ball to the league call |
| Bitch, you a hater by default |
| Got a heart full of sea salt |
| I’d die for the shit that I’m living for |
| Lord, my life like a metaphor |
| Every day I wake up and the world different |
| Dark addictions really had my nerves twitching |
| Had my mama crying and my girl tripping |
| Quit the pill popping and the syrup sippin' |
| Fuck it, I took some L’s |
| But losing yourself is the worst sickness |
| Jealousy, envy the worst mixture |
| Enemies acting like family |
| Feel like the devil in church with you |
| Gotta pray, man, this shit is the real deal |
| I married the game |
| But the wedding just ended up looking like Kill Bill |
| I hold no ill will but your shit doesn’t feel real |
| Who got the juice? |
| I used to shoot |
| Bitch, fuck around and I still will |