Young and reckless, rich and wealthy Say health is wealth, that means I'm deadly That's why they sweat me, successful black man With a felony, but what you tellin' me? Don't hire me so I bought the company Bitch ain't shit funny, I'm not Bill Bellamy

Close to you Just like me, they long to be Why do birds suddenly appear Every time you are near? Why do stars fall off from the sky Every time you walk by? On the day that you were born

Lord, I've got to keep on moving Lord, I've got to get on down Where I can't be found Lord, they're coming after me I've been accused for the killin' Lord knows I didn't do For hangin' me, they are willin', yeah, yeah And that's why I've got to get on

They know, but they’ll never know why It’s a short fucking movie, man I’m going to try and take it slow I’m paying for my mistake That’s okay? I don’t mind a little pain It’s a short fucking movie man I know I’m going to try and take it slow

You and your high horse To know that you ain't ever gonna come down So, why don't you giddy up, giddy up And ride straight out of this town 'Cause everyone knows someone who kills the buzz Every time they open up their mouth Yeah, everyone knows someone

I will not vanish and you will not scare me Try to get through it, try to bounce to it All the while thinking I might as well do it They be lovin' someone and I'm not that stupid Take the next ticket to take the next train Why would I do it? And you

You're always holding on to stars Who you are, who you are I think they're better from afar 'Cause no one is gonna save us So don't you ever kiss me Don't you wish on me Why can't you see that no one's gonna save us? It never came true

Batman, Batman, Batman We need to settle the scores Jokers they still want a war Why you look flyer than hell? Don't think the album will sell But this shit might fly off the shelf So fly that you mad at yourself You the one who got the juice City crying

Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this war that's for sure They can come and get it We ride or die why 'Cause my niggas is wit it I want Monopoly money but I ain't even halfway there

Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) You got sick thoughts? I got more of 'em Now let me see you back, back, back, back We don't throw stones, we throw stacks That's why they goin' mad, mad, mad, Max If you don't say your name then I won't ask I thought