[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
When a n***a lash out, wanna label me a thug
Well, I'ma show you what it feel like
A n***a had to share clothes and bath soap
My first time whippin' crack, I ain't get it right
I just hit twenty-seven, heard the legends die young
I don't fuck with needles or crack pipes
But I put that on my kid, I'ma die for my young
Hopefully she'll get the steps right
Remember wakin' up at county
My attorney got whole list of assaults
Half are plea bargains, other half I paid off
And all the crimes I committed, I see the judge read it off
And all the police be crooked, and you can't judge me at all (Ha, yeah)
I see the n***a I wanna be in the mirror
And I didn't love myself like I do now
Ooh yeah, they hate a n***a that's fearless (Huh)
They hate the freedom, yeah, they hate a n***a lifestyle

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter, Kap G]
Oh-oh (Oh-oh)
Sick and tired of always bein' fed up
You know diamonds only form from pressure
You're expectin' me to run for cover
But it's bombs away tonight
Dance with the Devil, I'm playin' with fire
Nothin' gon' change, nothin' gon' save me
I'm playin' with fire
Ain't no breakin' these chains, so why am I prayin'?
I'm playin' with fire
Home all alone, sittin' here cryin' for someone to take me
I got no hands on the wheel
Drivin' while I'm intoxicated (Ayy), hey
[Verse 2: Kap G]
Yeah, I just want a brand new Royce, yeah (Skrrt)
I just want a brand new Porsche, yeah (That Porsche)
I just want a Lambo' with the horse, yeah (With the horse)
I just wanna dress you up in Dior, yeah (In Dior)
I remember when I was poor, yeah (When I was poor)
Now I'm on my way to the Forbes, yeah (Forbes list)
I don't really like to eat port, yeah (Eat pork)
Disappointers will be whippin' with the fork, yeah (Fork, yeah)
Skrrt, skrrt
My brother, they whippin' up
I want the Bentley truck (Ooh)
Can't put the semi up
For Magic City, yeah
Sleep with the semi up (Gang!)
They won't fuck with me
I'm fuckin' the city up (Ooh)
Ramen noodles, rockin' Nobu now
I'm doin' shows up in Honolulu
I'm posted in the cut just like a boo-boo
My bitch from New Orleans, but she don't do voodoo

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
Oh-oh (Oh-oh)
Sick and tired of always bein' fed up
You know diamonds only form from pressure
You're expectin' me to run for cover
But it's bombs away tonight
Dance with the Devil, I'm playin' with fire
Nothin' gon' change, nothin' gon' save me
I'm playin' with fire
Ain't no breakin' these chains so why am I prayin'?
I'm playin' with fire
Home all alone, sittin' here cryin' for someone to take me
I got no hands on the wheel
Drivin' while I'm intoxicated, hey