I was at the station, waitin for the bus
Skinny lil Asian, in the middle of the fuss
I fucked and fingered all their songs
When I’m done the beat
I made em wait for too long
When I start to speak

I came from the street
I came for the cake
I came with my clique
We came for the fame

Ever eight
Is the one who funk the fate
I go big today
Or I go big someday
Anyway

Remember me?
Empty stomach, dirty feet
Now
Fortune jumping
On my lucky dick
Who can predict this?

I remember when I write the songs
In lil wooden house
Addicted to auto tune and 808
That was a sick shit