VERSE 1
No 360 deals, let’s go…
My mixtape is droppin’, the day after 2 Chainz/
That is August 15th, shit’s an album man it’s insane
‘Don’t Flatter Yourself’, all new and original/
Still ain’t signed a deal yet/ only 24 yrs old/ let’s go
Every step I take on hollowed ground/ these bad bitches they follow me now
Tell Brad, to text Ricky, to tell Kanye to call me now
Tell Hit-Boy whatsup, tell all our haters whatsup
First name, I Give last name, No Fucks/
All I want for my birthday, is a lot of cake
A rolie, and a Rari, and Emma Stone at my party
They told me I wouldn’t make it, I’m sad they ever felt that way
Get rich and rub the cake up in their face just like their wedding day
Bad bitch contest, my bitch, no contest
She been fresh since her prom dress I’m politic-an like I’m in congress
Young Presidente, my campaign vote D-WHY, I do the damn thing
Your man is a lame, he must have game that is a damn shame
He called me out, his bitch called me up
I called back just to follow up
See I used to give a lot of fucks
….now I just fuck a lot
The young god, D up in this bitch
She sayin’ oh god, my D up in that bitch
Woah, disrepsctful - slow down David what you talking about
This rappin’ shit is too easy. I should probably just quite talking now
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HOOK

When I die, bury me inside of Bergdorf’s
When I die, bury me up in the Prada store
When I die, make my life into a movie yo
Hold up, my life is already a movie ho
My worst day is better than your birthday
My worst day is better than your birthday
My worst day is better than your birthday/
Don’t be mad I left, be glad that I came in the first place/
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VERSE 2

Bullshit, what sets me off/ your chick got me extra soft
My new jewish chick’s a lawyer, she always gets me off
I’m onto her, she’s into me/ I’m into her, she’s on to me
Fuck you, that belongs to me/ keep my homies and a blonde to me
My music vids are short films/ my first dates are porn films
They say I’m a be a superstar, somebody bring some more film
Ain’t nobody dress like me, but just watch
Soon they all gon’ try to dress like me, they cannot
When staying at The Standard is standard with paparazzi cameras
You see all my clothes is dry cleaned, bitch I don’t mess with no hampers
Someday ill be in The Hamptons, my secretary answers
I’ll be chillin’ and my children shittin’ in Versace pampers
My life’s a movie movin’/ Suzie, my cutie move in
I’m a beast she a beauty/ smokin’ just like a Cuban
Few years, I’m older then/ I’m gon’ be focused then
Cop me two white benzes, call them the Olsen twins
Hold up I’m rollin’ in, benji’s start rollin’ in
Make me a bath of cash, and watch me splash I soak it in
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HOOK
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VERSE 3
Do or die, suicide, who am I, D-WHY
Used to rock Levis, since I was knee high
V.I.P., I see, I be, the prodigy, shout out to T.I
Still talking loud/ King David the new name
Dad wasn’t around my father figure was 2 Chainz
Nah, actually my Pops and I so close he like a brother
You and I practically related, ‘cause he’s fucking your mother
This rapping shit too easy, I told ‘em wasn’t joking
Retire from rap at 24, and try out for the US Open
Cause I belong in a tennis match/ my outfit belongs in a tennis match
Only a matter of time, I’m finna blow, it’s time to go open the hatch
Dennis The Menace with enemies/ all my friends drinking Hennesy
Y’all ain’t supposed to mention me/ ‘cause we dont fuck them
Fucked her once, then I can fuck again/ don’t even try your luck again
‘cause the ditch you gonna’ wind up in, is filled with shit and ugly bitches
A lot of y’all rappers bore me, alot of music bores me
I’m tryna’ live my life and use this shit to tell my story
Never anyone like me, I’m unlinke anyone before me
I’ma stop talking shit, and let D.F.Y. just do that for me
August 15th…august 15th
August 15th…august 15th
One day after Tity Boi, ‘Based on a Tru Story
I’m a stop talking that shit, D.F.Y. gone’ do it for me - let’s go