Yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Runaway train and you're tied to the tracks
I'm a bad guy, baby I don't want it like that
I've been coming for the money
Cause I never had that
I was broke as a joe
Nah, nah, where you at?
Kick down the doors to the Salty Spitoon
Trippy the band, they're gon' take all your jewels

Puttin' your hands in the air
Hitting the ground like you're scared
Possibly takin' some hostages
I can see nothing
It's positive, honestly
Everything recently givin' me anxiety
Anger, it rises and then I get violent

I don't know you
And you don't know me
I've been waiting, for the world to blow me
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
I'm still ridin' round with the homie
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
I'm still ridin' round with the homie
I don't know you
And you don't know me
I've been waiting, for the world to blow me
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
I'm still ridin' round with the homie
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
I'm still ridin' round with the homie

Things have been getting real difficult, eh
People been telling me that I don't, eh
Make any bangers, your music is arid
Promise you, trippy gonna send it off, eh

I've been on a level that you never seen, eh
Probably cause you sippin' on promethazine, eh
Just another rapper in the memory, eh
Boy, you poppin' trippy like you better be, eh

Ride around my city with a jet speed jetski
Money, money, money is the next step, bet me
Imma hit the lottery
Nothing will ever bother me
I'm coming from the bottom
You motherfuckers have gotta be, eh
Gotta be kiddin' me, kiddin' me, eh
Fuck around with trippy, you the enemy, eh
Make a lot of moves like I'm a centipede, eh
Thinking that my body isn't letting me
Yeah
I don't know you
And you don't know me
I've been waiting, for the world to blow me
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
I'm still ridin' round with the homie
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
I'm still ridin' round with the homie

I don't know you
And you don't know me
I've been waiting, for the world to blow me
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
I'm still ridin' round with the homie
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
I'm still ridin' round with the homie

East side, AJ
Where I fucking live but I won't stay, eh
Road to Colorado then to LA, eh
Live in California is the best thing, eh
I didn't want nobody in my damn way, eh
Trippy in the city is the damn thing, eh
Livin' like a king on the subway, eh
Underground gods already know me, eh
Music will get me the money I need
Something take care of my family to feed
Most of you rappers are all about greed
I just keep stackin' my motherfuckin' green

Music will get me the money I need
Something take care of my family to feed
Most of you rappers are all about greed
I just keep stackin' my motherfuckin'

I don't know you
And you don't know me
I've been waiting, for the world to blow me
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
I'm still ridin' round with the homie
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
I'm still ridin' round with the homie