(I got a Public Pretender, tryin' to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender, they'll have you for dinner) Now that's how this shit go! And I know you don't like me spittin' in your motherfuckin' face But ain't a motherfuckin' thing, you can do,

Yeah little things they make me so happy You point the finger at me but I don't believe In my mind there is no time All I want to do is live by the sea But it's good yes it's good it's good to be free Head like a rock spinning round and round I found it

When you feel like this They won’t bother us Baby, when you feel like this Does it make you believe in love? We can call it love Na na na na na You and me like this Pay no attention Na na na na, na na na na

Money make you handsome, even if you're ugly Money make her fuck me, she wanna fuck my money All my bitches love me, they love me for one thing Money keep her coming, so I'ma keep some money So I'ma keep some money They love me for one thing, huh So I'ma

She wears it like a dress Post-traumatic mess And don't sleep, it hurts to be awake The things they make her take Angela, Angela Oh, we don’t speak She stayed an extra week

Secret lovers, get lost in the secrets they tell They make lovers blind when they cover every inch of their lies Secret lovers, it’s just your place of mind A smoke and some wine is the life of the Black Valentine Love can’t conquer anything Who needs a

'Cause you make me feel gorgeous You're so gorgeous Oh, so gorgeous I might be better off without you There's too many people all around you All these vultures that surround you They don't know a thing about you Nobody understands you You ain't nothing

Drivin' in a slick black Cadillac It's got solid gold hubcaps It feels all right Feels all right It makes me feel like a king I only need one thing They're after me Slick black Cadillac Ooooo, just a big black set of wheels

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message And with that being said my nigga,

And work it low Express yourself, release the glow, attack the floor Spread your legs and arch your back And they mad cause I’m hot and they wish they was They be hating on my name but my beats they love Go up and down and make it clap Spread your legs