N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that) I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that) I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that) Why the fuck not? Ma'am where inside the house are you cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma

What do you want? Where are you? I'm leaving this damn courthouse, walking back to my hotel. What do you want? Well, you look really cute in your suit Man, what the fuck you talking about I look cute in this suit?! I'm only wearing this goddamn suit

Where my dogs at? One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the

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

Ashes blowin' in the air I was on fire but we don't care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never looking back, and we're never getting old 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart's made of gold Fuck doing what you're told We're going nowhere fast

Drip too hard, don’t stand too close You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave Doing all these shows, I’ve been on the road I don't care where I go, long as I get paid Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed Every

Where are you now There's cops on the road, fuck 'em Wherever you go, I'ma follow You got the cash, well I'm about to come in and embezzle Man I'm on a whole 'nother level I put the bass up in your face And you feeling it treble You jokers corny like

This is a blackout Don't let it go to waste I want to detonate My head and your heart Sometimes I feel I'm getting stuck Between the handshake and the fuck Real life is so hard We hide in the stars That's where our heads are

From the satellite mind Lost where I forgot to hold it Coming home cause I want to Hang out with a starlet Stare out at the ceiling Preview of a screening Flashback of a feeling Sick sense of calling I heard you fuck through the wall

A-M-E-R-I-C-A Home of the free, the sick and depraved So why the fuck are you looking at me? Ya-a-a-a-ao We take medication to be someone else And we take off our clothes to pay for the bills Where downloading content will buy you a sentence And murder