[Verse 1]
Uh
I'm sitting up comfortably
You is not comfortable
Same bitches come for me, never do come for me
What is this something that these bitches want from me
Must be the sight that I'm livin', so
Into the race and I'm owning the course
You talkin' bout shit that you can't even sport
Livin' real large, right up on Mars
Up the space cars, the city is ours

[Verse 2]
Never been a fan, never been a jan
Never in the band, only one, bitch I'm all about the gram
All black gear in this bitch like I'm Wesley
Sniper on my side, yeah I'm callin' him my bestie
You don't wanna check me, do you wanna stoop now?
Bitches in the hefty
Mad cuz' my name ring bells with 'em
Mad cuz' my spot, that you want it, but that it ain't yours