[Intro]

I was talking to this one dude right, he's like
Yo when y'all releasing this shit, when y'all releasing this shit
I said man shut up man, just let me make my fucking music

[Verse 1: Sonny Shotz]

You ain't supposed to give head baby that's for bitter fruit?
Why you always so religous, well, thats just what I do
They say don't release this shit in June, Yeezy gon' smash it
We gon' do it anyway cause we just made a classic
Some people would't post it, some blogs are just bogus
I swear this music better than the money they promote with
Talk about a slave underate? in a grave
Cause I kill myself with creativity until it pays
Man I paid my dues and I made my moves
See we toured the whole country off a mixtape dude
Never once did I decieve you with evils they presented
I said how could Tron sound like all the people that's ahead of us?
Rock the beat with a baseball bat and a couple OGs with me
They say you make your move, it ain't take all that
They gone hate you for your cheese
I got you uncle, got you cousin, couple months till I am buzzing
Rubbing girlies like they genies
Mr. Feeny, this my world, I watch it spin like I'm dancing
The sky keeps on chanting
My name rings like thunder
The feeling's amazing
My life got a shine like diamonds, my girl got a look like RiRi
My hooks gotta get you hooked like I am fishing in Fiji
And oh, gotta get that whip, gotta get that crib
Gotta look like Al Pacino
True, if you do this shit for the shit you get
Don't care for the ones who carry you
Me I tell my brother, Chico, everything is yours
Only kings die young, we're just rebels with a cause

[Hook (2x)]

Boy meets the world, got the world in his hands
A king for the people, boy that's the plan
Can I celebrate, with you, with you
While we holler BMW, BMW

[Verse 2: Sonny Shotz]

Field goal
I just kick it with my n***as and some real hoes
My religion is the realest; we don't were shoes
I got wicked fire cooling on the tip of my tongue
Speaking words of wisdom
I heard the good die young
I know the bad don't try
My auntie lost her son, I told her "woman, don't cry"
But knowing deep down inside, I lost my cousin for life
I hope they download in heaven so you play this tonight
Real talk, I'mma talk real, better get a deal off the shit I write
I got a little bit of 'Pac and an Ef You motto for the kids that live their life
Who think I'm trying to get rich, but riches don't last
I'm focused on racing I won't finish last, speed up
Put the pedal to the floor like fuck brakes
Red lights to me don't work right
Need a better view and I need a better coupe
I want that money in my hand by Monday
Momma I love you, and Daddy you too
Before all this green, I'mma give them some blues

[Hook (2x)]