[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
I wish I paid more attention in school sometimes
But then again, I was thinking of beats and rhymes
Because of that, I just bought something clean for mom
And got my favorite girl giving me piece of mind
That mean brain, I always know my aim
But when you dream big, n***as say you insane
Ain't no way that you gonna make it happen
I know my beats is crazy but I really started rapping
Back in action, it continues, I'm eating what's on the menu
Any n***a wanna see me, come meet me up at the venue
Remember to bring your skrilla cause I don't do shit for free
And if you want a track, get ready to pay a fee
And if you want to act like syndicated TV
Old ass n***a, step aside for the new surf swag n***a
My shit iller, matter of fact my shit killer
Them n***as clones, I'm getting on for being realer

[Hook: Hit-Boy]
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying to clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying to clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
I wish I paid less attention to girls sometimes
Cause I dunno if she riding for me or the shine
And I dunno if I'm wasting my quality time
But what I know is I'm addicted to bitches that's fly
Fine linen while I'm gripping this wood in my ride
Wine sipping while I'm chilling and feeling the vibe
Why n***as wanna act like it's all a mirage
Cause if I told you I'm the shit then I wouldn't be lying
Uh, young playa with a skip school swag
But by the time I turned 20 I was popping tags
I guess I did the right thing like Spike said
A pair of Js and a dream, trying to get ahead
Now I'm on a first class trip with a first class bitch
Getting brain in my seat, I call it air head
Big things looking small from the Lear jet
I'm waiting at the finish line, you ain't there yet

[Hook: Hit-Boy]
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying to clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying to clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
[Verse 3: Kid Cudi]
Please, won't you tell me who did it
The illest motherfucker, your friendly neighborhood menace
Promise I'll be back, it's a fact
That n***as who think that they nice ain't gonna shine
Next to me cause my aura too bright
Do the fuckers sit on top, I'm knocking n***as off
No we won't knock it off
It's the price you pay to play hardball, wit' wizard n***as
Forced my hand, now I'd love to end these n***as
But my daughter got a father who is off his fucking rocker
Known around the globe as a stoner chief rocker
Rage ripper, honest little motherfucker
In the SLS stuntin like a motherfucker
I tell the moon don't fail me now
A n***a getting close to happy, I say
I tell my mom she raised a hell of a child
Four kids alone with no daddy
Real shit

[Hook: Hit-Boy]
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying to clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying to clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz