I keep bad bitches all around me I got good drank, so my niggas and these bitches can't be straight They tryna down me But I don't give a fuck 'cause if my homies eatin', I'll always be straight They tryna clown me But I got blinders on and I see nothin'

Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,

And I think it's gonna be a long long time 'Till touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no no no I'm a rocket man Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

They said I got next, nigga, I got now I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down Your circle full of squares, somethin' that we run around No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down (Based1 got them bands, ho) They said I got next,

(I won't fall) You can two face me, backstabb me A nigga still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying You can try to set me up and all that A nigga too much on point for all that Yo, you got these niggas running around like they head cut off Like they

Ask any ol’ barstool Ask any ol’ barstool in this town Ask my new found party crowd Sure I take more jack in my coke now Sure I stay ‘til they’re all long gone And I take the long way home But I ain’t sittin’ ‘round Tryin’ to drown the thought of you I

And I will try Try to hold you Even though love is going to kill me With my arms around your heart They came along and washed my soul so easy High above myself, but I could hear them anyway The wind is taking them away so feathery To show them all the

They say they ready for whatever! One for the money, two for the show They say they ready for whatever Three for them hoes saying anything goes I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back And you know it

And I would turn on the TV But it's so embarrassing To see all the other people I don't know what they mean And it was magic at first But now this world is gonna hurt Turn it around When they spoke without sound You better turn that thing down