[Intro]
(Brady on the scene, boy)
Y'all n***as trying to block a n***a's shine and shit
Y'all n***as got me hot, for real
So I'm gonna bust down the wrist, know what I'm saying?
Shit 'bout to have different colors and different lights and shit, you know what I mean?
Ooh

[Chorus]
Yeah, these n***as in my way
Yes, these n***as in my way
Said, it's a lot of these n***as in my way
It's a lot of these n***as in my way, yeah
Got the pack off, ship it right to the 8, yeah
N***a fuck around then he M.I.A., yeah
Do a drive-by with the KKK, yeah
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it

[Verse]
I'm a rockstar, yeah
She a coke star, yeah
Sit around the Cudi jar, yeah
I'ma pull this mo'fucker card, yeah
We gon' party hard, yeah
Fuck around and I can't even park, yeah
Popping mollies, bitch, I'm rolling hard, yeah
Popping mollies, bitch, I'm rolling hard, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, these n***as in my way
Yes, these n***as in my way
Said, it's a lot of these n***as in my way
It's a lot of these n***as in my way, yeah
Got the pack off, ship it right to the 8, yeah
N***a fuck around then he M.I.A., yeah
Do a drive-by with the KKK, yeah
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it