Why do they always send the poor? Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking

What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to? (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) Never ever do it down low with a (Psycho Bitch!) Better never ever go out with a (Psycho Bitch!) Everybody better learn to

1985, I arrived 33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived We wasn't s'posed to get past 25 Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive All these niggas popping now is young Everybody say the music that they make is dumb I remember I was 18 Money, pussy, parties, I

You in my freak dreams What the fuck right now? Would everybody start fuckin'? This that rap god shit nigga I rip every one of these motherfuckers down Aye, rah, rah, rah Close eyes, see things Fire up, tweaking

You'll let me in With those whiskey eyes You'll tell me things I know they're all lies I will fight, I'll fight for you And there's nothing I can't do I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy! On the count of three I want everybody to say

Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati Fuck everybody Please give me my soul Allow me to re-introduce myself

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert Gossip gossip Niggas just stop it Profit profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide So I-I am headed

I'ma show 'em how to act Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Okay I was gone for a minute but I'm back now Sit the fuck back down Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood Oh it’s like that now? I'ma show you mothafuckas how to act

Live so fast, I never take a pause (oh, woah) No more talk, we're kicking down the doors Everybody saw me taking off (taking off) Fuckin' what they say, party hard (party hard) I wouldn't trade this life for anything, it wouldn't be the same (same)

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green I think I need me a money machine I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans Won't forget when no one cared about me