[Verse 1]
Yo, looking at Beverly Hills like how does Beverly feel
Dreams of being famous doesn't sound so real
Working like a slave, trying to get a mill
Fuck your deal if you only trying to get me killed for a couple bills
Fuck illuminati and the jockeys actin' cocky
Soul surfing on tsunamis, fuck the top if it ain't sloppy
N***as copycat and always writing truly lacking
When it's time for action never packing
What you claiming when you rapping
Sometimes
I get lost and never land
Fake friends and mistakes never fear the consequence
Living life in past tense
With sense on my right suicides for the doors and the thoughts in my mind
An addiction for this life i'm hardly ever sleeping
I be smoking on the weekend writing rhymes instead of tweaking
Mom sitting at the desk stressing over bills
One day I'mma get her a house up on the hills, that's for real n***a

[Chorus]
Oh lord I don't know how to fail
Living life like I'm famous, is this feeling so real?
N***as plotting for no reason I'm not tryna to get killed
I just wanna buy my momma house up on them hills, them hills
Oh lord I don't know how to fail
Living life like I'm famous, is this feeling so real?
N***as plotting for no reason I'm not tryna to get killed
I just wanna buy my momma house up on them hills, them hills
[Verse 2]
Crash bandit coupe, from a van to a coupe
To my n***as holding me down y'all know I do salute
Kicking hacky sacks, smoking blacks, smirking tracks
Taking back the loud music bumping out them Cadillacs
Good grades and bad habits, a lot of people have it
Writing rhymes in my attic to study my mathematics
N***as playin' Simon Says, well i refuse to follow rules
Fuck you and April 'cause you're always acting like some fools
I had to learn life the harder way
And I ain't talking about penny and this baller days
N***as faking
Talking about how they real and they skilled
So i peeled and made my way up to the top of them hills
I need time to shine
And time to grind
I be feeling like this world is mine
But then they blind
They can't see my vision
The way i'm living here's a good description
Groupie women, drink mixing, pot twisting, rhymes spitting, n***a

[Chorus]
Oh lord I don't know how to fail
Living life like I'm famous, is this feeling so real?
N***as plotting for no reason I'm not tryna to get killed
I just wanna buy my momma house up on them hills, them hills
Oh lord I don't know how to fail
Living life like I'm famous, is this feeling so real?
N***as plotting for no reason I'm not tryna to get killed
I just wanna buy my momma house up on them hills, them hills