Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how

You were one of those classic ones You're a legend in my own mind My middle name Traveling around this sun You were one of those classic ones, yeah I wish she knew you Now everybody knows

It's gonna be a long, hot summer, we should be together I swear I see the stars come out With your feet up on the dashboard now Singing along with the radio, it's such a beautiful sound But when you say my name in the middle of the day, When you hold my

If you're looking for trouble Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be You came to the right place Just look right in my face I was born standing up And talking back My