[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
They actin like they never seen a superstar
Just cause I pulled up in a Hoover car
Pull up in somethin they never seen
Sunglasses on, get out with the team
Swag poppin, statis spendin
Got all this doe, be glad you came
Got all this cash, you know I'm a real n***a

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
N***a, let me help you get your bands up
Tell you it’s a celebration, now put your hands up
Say girl, I'm Tha Truth, put your man up
Ain't a realer n***a walkin when I stand up
Sideline hatin n***as, they hear stannsas
When I walk inside the club and fuck bands up
Pull up in this Mozerati and fuck plans up
Bitches know I’m fuckin, they get they hands up
Still got a package of 1s, I'm tryna blow up
We here till the lights on, not out
Tell 'm Tha Truth be winnin, so take the score off
I ain't gotta stunt either, I just show off
I'm in VIP, made a change
Tell 'm the thing on my waist start flames
Fuck them bitch ass n***as that make false clames
Real n***a off the weed and the drink too
Everyone love my name, got a ring to it
You can put your money up, go bank to it
Try to go against me, don't play stupid
I'm a general, n***as salute me
These bitches be tryna recruit me
N***as know I’m the king of the streets, me
Tell them n***as never come near me
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
They actin like they never seen a superstar
Just cause I pulled up in a Hoover car
Pull up in somethin they never seen
Sunglasses on, get out with the team
Swag poppin, statis spendin
Got all this doe, be glad you came
Got all this cash, you know I’m a real n***a

[Verse 2: Roscoe Dash]
This for them real n***as only
And all my old homies
Couldn't make it here this evening, cause find no socks for that Coke, please
The hoes know the old me
Hit up Trae, he know me
When them fuck n***as who ohd me
They ain’t give me what they told me
They would, I did everything that I should
They did everything that they could
And I still kept it all good
Now I'm fuckin in the hood
Intearior is all good
And them chickens is so hood
Plus her head game is so good
All the time on my mind, flex
I'll sign that deal, this cheque
Time flys, I fly a jet
Shout out to the motherfuckers out west
Got Tha Truth, he sittin on deck
Work my mind all the way to the death
Lord knows it's been a long time comin
Back to ballen till there’s nothing left
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
They actin like they never seen a superstar
Just cause I pulled up in a Hoover car
Pull up in somethin they never seen
Sunglasses on, get out with the team
Swag poppin, statis spendin
Got all this doe, be glad you came
Got all this cash, you know I'm a real n***a