You don't get it (get it, get it, get it) I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fucking care I don't know what I know But I know where it's at Just because I lost it doesn't mean I want it back Is it the world I'm living in? I'm sorry Mr.

Bitch you got me fucked up Came with my whole gang 20 of us walked up Fuck you mean you need to see ID? What you mean? Have the owner come and get me Talkin' shit, you tryna start what? Better have them bottles ready If not, bitch you got me fucked up

It's just a lil' 10-piece for her Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it If you really wanna ball 'til

I don't understand So, we waiting for what? So you sittin' here telling me, this place is a waiting room, right? What are we waiting for? Rebirth? Like reincarnation? If that's what you wanna call it What the fuck you mean “if that's what I wanna call

If you don't like what I'm saying then buck Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker If you didn't notice nigga, I don't give a fuck If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga You don't want to see the triggerman bust Hit you and your

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh She said she felt the mood right We drunk up off that moonshine We look up at the star lights Ayy, but it don't mean shit if you ain't happy, though And fuck it, let's just see what happens, take a risk, let's take a trip Swervin'

Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change Still me and my homies and we all the same Still me and my homies, screamin', "fuck the fame" W-W-W-W-What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name? My third album, my Graduation like Kanye I just might fuck