My mother said to get things done You'd better not mess with major tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know major tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song I've heard a

You live too fast The epidemic from a crystal life Puts you in super overdrive The methademic that is so hard to hide Insanely staring with white eyes Hallucinating in a chemical hell Ain't my idea of having fun Synthetic overload, you're under it's

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

Go tell your friends about it (about it) Go tell them what you know, what you seen How I roll, how I be off that coke That shit is pointless I'm the nigga with the hair Go tell your friends about it They told me not to fall in love, that shit is

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them My Lambo gon' skrr, my crib ain't got service I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool Gotta watch the dukes, can't

Now that Macky's back in town Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe And he keeps it, ah, out of sight Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe Scarlet billows start to

We ain't got to prove shit to y'all so all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' Bitch keep talkin' Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' Cause we ain't stoppin' cause you ain't stoppin'

Can’t hold your hand through this shit I help you with all of your problems but (but) You’re becoming one for me too (for me too) Tired of hearin’ about the bills you gotta pay (pay) ‘Cause I got 'em too (I got them too, yeah I got them too) I got real

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but

You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently