We in America, home of the muthafucking brave
And if you not rich, then you a muthafucking slave
It's a shame how fame can turn you insane
But I bet with money, life wouldn't be so mundane
This heat is on Miami, waving like you met me
Got wood under my Seven jeans, so go ahead and knock me
From the Fertile Crescent, to the Crescent City
I paint them perfect pictures so what I drew was breezy
Yeah I bet you liked that last line
Bumping YG and the radio is Alpine
I'm Word Play, but I should change my name to Ruzzle
Fucking ya bitch, I put my piece in here to complete the puzzle
Back when they used to laugh at me 'cause I wasn't attracting b's
Ugly ass, now bitches all up on me, now look at me
Yeah, so check the fahrenheit these days
I should be arrested, I'm killing n***as with this heatwave