Four in the morning, and I'm zoning But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where's the Trojans? So follow me up cause this shit's about to go

South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up Damn these EST boy's done came up Dirty ass Chucks and a bad bitch lace up Where my east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my west-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my

(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (westside, westside,

High lights I need every bad bitch up in Equinox We only makin' the highlights Tell my baby I'm back in town Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to only be highlights I need to know right now if you a freak or not I wanna know

Say you want someone Said you want someone I think I got mixed personalities This bitch switched up my whole mentality This girl, she got mixed personalities One day she's happy, then she mad at me You won't find nobody that can fuck you like I fuck you,

This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah) Jets fly private, nigga S5 hybrid, baby test drive my whip This is my motherfucking life S-l-a u-g-h t-e-r-h-o-u-s-e Yes we are the best in the biz The west in the bitch This eastside money over coochie

And all these bad bitches, man, they want the They want the, they want the Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique (Ain't nobody

My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print Pussy print, p-pussy print (Mike Will Made It) Bitch stop the comparisons, I'm not these other artistses I'm Gucci Mane, the player, my neck on that real retarded shit Keep a towel with me

We can send this bitch up, it can't go down Memories don't live like people do They always 'member you Whether things are good or bad It's just the memories that you have Reliving the past Rock star bitch call me Elvis M.O.B, she call me selfish

I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow I found you, somewhere out You too wild, you too wild Right now, right now I was lost and beat up We surrounded by the fuckin' wolves" Lost out,