Where were you when I was down
I got questions
Now it's all these hoes in the lounge at the Weston
I just met somebody’s parents
Left a bad impression
They smelled the package that I just picked up
From the reception
Ey fuck them, I'm stressing
I don't wanna learn my lesson
Customs locked me down in LAX
For coke possession
Just had a publicist that left said I was too agressive
That had an ex that couldn’t stand me
Cause I'm not possessive
Impressive
Huh I just wanna say
I ditched the VMAs and went back up to Wade
Ey from the ghetto to a rock god hit em up like Pac
Lets just keep it G
Only Easy I fuck with is E
I seen he dyed his hair and got a hanging earring
I fucked his girl now he look like me this shit overbearing
How dare him, how dare him
Don't think about comparing
Now turn that frat rap off
I'm getting sick of hearing
I'm in LA at my spot right next door to Terrence
I'm knocking on the door next time I see Kanye's McLaren
Like Donnie Beats ey
Like hook me up with Kendall
Now all the masses out in Calabasas
Got me mental
Bitch I'm a dog yeah I came about the kennel
And that teardrop on my partner Ryan ain’t cause he’s sentimental look

I told you, I told you that I'm coming
They should have left me doing pop yawl don’t want me gunning
My daughter's with me ain't no school yet it's the end of summer
So close your ears your daddy’s about to kill these motherfuckers
Lyrically I'm
Six feet I'm
23 MJ on the beat I'm
Stronger faster by design
I'm a Lambo, you a Nissan
I'm the big bad wolf no peace sign
Gonna give these fans their tea time
I would tell their mans he'd be fine
But then I'd be lying

I'm morbid in that all black range
With a long list of names
Duck tape yawl ain't safe
Clinically I'm insane
Industry is full of lames
Gone when the cops came uh
Paper planes uh, sugar cane uh
To the brain bottle drain
I'm the pain uh
I'm just saying uh
I'm ashamed uh
I paved this lane and they don't even say my name
Yeah I'm white
Yeah I'm rock and roll
Yeah I got soul
Yeah my daughter's black
Yeah I love to rap
Yeah I'm fighting back
Yeah I hate the fame
Wish I had a mask
Yeah I got pulled over with my stylist
Had no license and a strap
Plead the fifth
That ain't sax ey , Speak some facts ey
All you dummies love money
Do some math
Seven digits in my twenties yoh
A misfit, fuck the critics every one of yawl
I used to burn a Fader magazine in public yoh
Just coz one journalist a hater and a sucker yoh
High school reunion on my calendar you know I'm ready
I'm leaving tours just to show up you know I'm fucking petty
I ain't forget none of you pussies and the rest of yawl
Been playing too long
Lets take it back to Vegas on my 22nd at the Palms
Got a call, my life was being threatened by a pimp
He ain't know I'm in the room with 20 goons and J Prince
Now bitch
Yawl done made me talk my shit
I was chilling now I'm back to being a villain in this bitch
2012 came to flex now this is part 2
Fuck with me and part 3 might be about you
Kellz