[Verse 1: Bizzy Crook]
Who would of thought this n***a from Miami
Would of made it to Los Angeles, to party after Grammy's
N***as up in Hollywood, and we ain't with the Cosby family
Watching sweet tooth bitches doing nose candy
The stars in the sky, Yeah Im feeling like Vangogh
Hope this reality show doesnt get cancelled
Hollywood ass n***a, rolling with street kids
Designer logos on thats the mark of the beast shit
Cause I practically sold my soul to be driven in limousines
Cause reality really kills, shit I rather live in a dream
All of a sudden, these n***as is dissing me
When they know damn well that they would of did it if they was me
Check this out, last Christmas I set up the Christmas tree
I ain't get shit, and lost my Grandfather on Christmas Eve
Damn, so much for presents
Lifes a piece of cake, but so much for seconds

[Hook: Khan]
We at the top of the world now
Of the world now, tell them its over now
Cause I dont really wanna' go from here
Go home from here, heard it gets lonely here

But Im just really loving it all now
'Till it falls down, tell them its on for now
Cause I dont really wanna go home from here
Go home from here, heard it gets lonely here
I guess we'll realize that later on

[Verse 2: Bizzy Crook]
I got a girl at home
She probably not alone
She probably fucking someone
He probably not as cold
Bitch Im a rolling stone
So Im forever gone
Flow cold enough to make winter go put a sweater on
Fly as hell, in my YSL, you n***as see
Of course I wear my heart on my sleeve, bitch thats that CDG
Holy shit, damn, mother Teresa
Iced the Jesus piece up, forgive me Jesus!
Tell the son of the morning, im the man of the evening
Man this is what they all tried to Prevent?
I guess that we even
This gotta be the after life
Bitches so bad, they wonder what that ass is like
They looking mad tonight
Ask them n***as how it feel to be straight
And they dont know its like you asked a dyke
Shit, sin city I told them to win with me
Ill just put this on my tap 'till whenever these sins get me, lord

[Hook: Khan]