I'm a stupid new kid
You see this Lucy, lucid music
Imma use it and lose it
Oh fuck it!
If I ain't making money off of it
I'll be right back cooking in the kitchen
Looking at my vision
Seeing these zombies be on a mission
Wait, listen
Imma start bitching
The money, the fame, the honey, the pain
The same thang, I miss 'em
Your mama, your name, the drama, the game
The lame thang, I diss 'em
If I get all your girls in on day Imma fist 'em
A hundred times on a runway and not in a fun way
That was suppose to be unsaid
I was on a thin rope and then fall in pitfall
I ain't potful of a pitiful or Pitbull
I'm international but I ain't worldwide
Im in the nationals but I ain't worldwide
Hold tight, alright? okay
You party all night all day
I hardly go fight
Arouse me and I might just go play
Who tried suicide?
You cried on this foreplay
On a role-play if I were you I won't wait for my cold day
I'll die or do like I just said
You better go getta mother fucking first AID
Because I bust heads, bitch