I'm a real nigga homie tote six figures only Gotta pistol you don't want it boy you know what it is I'm way flyer my pays way higher If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is Ain't about drama you don't want no problems I'll up that Llama boy you

Had to have high, high hopes for a living Always had high, high hopes Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision Didn't know how but I always had a feeling I was gonna be that one in a million We

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

You know I'm a high roller Before I was on, fucked on the twins Wake up every day, know that I am blessed Counting up my cake, getting all them checks Pull up in a Wraith, I'm just trying to flex Why you want to hate, you do it the best I'm a high roller

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

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

I just want to live while I'm alive (It's my life) It's my life I ain't gonna live forever My heart is like an open highway Like Frankie said I did it my way And it's now or never This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the

Yeah, the cash came, I ain't trippin' on a past flame Even if they were dimes, you know how many 10's want my last name? Is this the rap game or high school politics? Bars could be on Maury 'cause they got a little pop in it' Before I show up, that's

I know I'm gettin' hooked on your love Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat Beggin' for your touch in the middle Of the street and I -- I can't stop thinking 'bout you girl I must be living in a fantasy world I've searched the whole world over To find