| Hoppin' out the car, lookin' like a rockstar |
| I’m in the cut, never find me where the cops are |
| I’m at the house, never out where the bops are |
| I ain’t at the bar, I ain’t where them shots are |
| I’m in the hills, with the birds, where them flocks are |
| I’m at the top, still ain’t down where them rocks are |
| Fresh fruit, and salad on my dinner plate |
| Aqua with the ice, and the cash like Jake The Snake |
| I’m on a different plane, I’m in a different lane |
| Penthouse suites booked under a different name |
| They all look alike, they all sound the same |
| I’m no shirt, hair swangin' in the fuckin' rain |
| No chain, no gold, let it fade away |
| Took 'em to the pawn shop, swapped 'em for some fuckin' change |
| I gotta eat, team gotta eat too |
| Tell 'em put the house on, we leavin' with the fuckin? |