They're saying it’s 'bout time some real n***as made it
And when I go outside, they're saying I’m famous
And some don’t understand but listen close and you’ll find out
I’m running through them grams, you'll smell the kush when I ride out
I’m moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And n***as know it’s us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll one up and when it’s stuffed up, I'ma blaze it
Then we off to the races

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Yelling, "Suck a dick or die hoe"
See your main bitch is my side hoe
Smoking top shelf on the top floor
I’m a boss bitch, I take my time and get it pronto
You probably fucking around
Doing some shit I ain't got time for (pussy boy)
Fuck you and your whole anatomy bitch
My new crib look like an academy bitch
It’s Finally Famous the faculty bitch
Killin’ these n***as, no casualties
Money and weed is a real n***a salary
Man, these rappers sound like me
And honestly that shit is so flattering bitch
(Thank you, thank you, thank you) They want me to slip up and fall
Crash, burn, but I just keep pissing them off (off)
I got movies to make (make) I got women to call (call)
I got deals on the table, I can’t be dealing with y’all, n***a
Rather crash parties and burn money (money)
And if you pick the ashes up, you still can’t earn from me (from me)
Bottom line is I never wait in line bitch
And I’m rolling King Kush, I’m your Royal Highness