Break down doors, be everywhere at once- the world is yours
Cut threw the middle when life gives you a fork
Got a lot of pains but fuck it I'll walk 'em off
Now ask the tailor, Im Hugo's boss
S-B talking is like watching Jesus walk,now I'm so fresh I could teach a dentist how to floss
Some demons in my past that I wish I would've fought, but I can't look back I'm talking tours
I got fans in the stands, labels at my door, girls in my bed telling me like "Shawn it's yours"
I need me a F-1 car, then fuck it.. I might get some Micheal Kors
I'm talking about four thousand acres before I get them Jordan 4s
I'm textin on this S4 telling myself to do more
Innovative the modern day Henry Ford, except I'm black in Christian Dior
Stink of success,it's coming out my pours, my mind in the clouds but my feet is on the floor
King lion out the cage so it's only right I roar, I'm living like I'm rich but I'm thinking like I'm poor
Tonight though Imma spend it all, I just signaled the waitress, hundred bottles on call
Out of this world,I'm somewhere on Mars
About to head back to Philly though and watch my Eagles soar,you know..