Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want Oh goddamn, diamonds all in my fronts Like 7 AM I was fucking your love 11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch Aye, I told that bitch I count my cake, bitch get out my face .45 on my waist, boy get out my

I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie I got hittas whoadie Tell 'em bring my car around Yeah I got plenty whoadie Goddamn, these snitches nosy Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at

We are far from perfect But perfect as we are We are bruised, we are broken But we are goddamn works of art Meanwhile, the cracks have formed on the masks we've worn up 'til now Keeping up appearances, don't break now We're buckled from the weight

'Cause they ain't never seen a war like me. Son of Sam. Goddamn, I might be the son of Sam. The only child of a holy man. I stand alone for all to see, (Goddamn) Son of Sam. Son of Sam. Paint it black and white if you like, And I will catch you, but who

They wanna see me in the cage, I'd rather see me in a Wraith I'm motivation on the 'Gram I'm going live on these bitches on stage, goddamn Who love the streets? Meek, Meek Who dropping heat? Meek, Meek Who locked the city up, pull up in that Bentley

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are oh so intricate Oh so intricate yeah I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And don't really care which side wins Long as the room keeps

It don't hurt as bad as it used to Crashed the car again, goddamn Break my heart again, goddamn I don't have no friends, goddamn I'm a loner 'til the end, goddamn I admit girl, yeah, I just used you I admit this not what I'm used to Oh, my last girl left

I need to freak Like please let me freak Lemme freak! (I don't give a damn what you playin right now This is me comin at you as a man right now, lemme freak) I'm talkin to ya (lemme freak goddamn it lemme freak, just lemme freak) Girl I smell that pussy

It's really going down in the goddamn south I 3-up, 100 to the end Wasted, undone How could you judge? I’m wasted right now Wasted undone Wasted right now Take a sip, drowning in this shit Choppers on my hip I hold my head

Fuck you Ice Cube It's the nigga you love to hate I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine double m The damn scum that you all hate