[Hook: Ethanol]
Shit I'm straight on that
All that fake shit you can take all that
All that lame shit you can fake all that
Them n***as you with? They some snakes they some rats
N***as claim they G they ain't even seen a trap
N***as claim they famous they ain't even seen a plaque
N***as claim they rich they ain't even seen a rack
N***as say whatever and they say its facts

[Verse 1: Ethanol]
Stack the cheddar up and the rats come out
Me and Dre making it without a doubt
Y'all some pussy n***as you ain't got no clout
I'm finna show you n***as what Ghost Villa's about
Creativity leads to positivity leads to serendipity
But I ain't even trippin' b
I'm just tryna kill a beat, I'm just tryna be unique, shit
I'm just tryna be me
I'm just tryna make a track to make my dreams come true
I'm just tryna free my brain and make my thoughts anew
This my only shot, this my only chance
To get out my momma's house and to make some bands
Cause the industry tart when you spitting from the heart
I'll be spitting bars, 'till I'm whipping foreign cars
I ain't playing nice 'till I get my ice
It ain't gone be right 'till I can sleep at night
I'm just tryna take flight without getting high
I'm just tryna get my motherfucking piece of the pie
I'm just tryna get this cake, boy I'm tryna get these racks
I'm just tryna kill these n***as just by using raps
I ain't tryna be strapped I don't want no fucking uzi
I just wanna kill a stadium with Lil Uzi
Want a hundred mil' boy I wanna be bougie
I wanna be just like them n***as in the movies
Tryna bring my team, I wanna make my n***as rich
I don't wanna get my heart stomped out by a bitch
I don't wanna be a criminal, I don't want a record
I wanna sell a hundred mil' like n***a break them records
I don't want no violence, I just want world peace
I don't wanna see my brothers laid out in the streets
I don't wanna be an addict, I don't wanna fiend
I just got a dream, to go and get this cream
[Hook: D.R.E.]
Shit I'm straight on that
All that fake shit you can fake all that
All that lame shit you can take all that
Them brothers you with, they some snakes they some rats
Brothers claim they G they ain't even seen a trap
Brothers claim they famous they ain't even seen a plaque
Brothers claim they rich they ain't even seen a rack
Brothers say whatever and they say that its facts

[Verse 2: D.R.E.]
Brothers claim they real, but they really is some fakers
And I trust no bitch, cause these bitches be so shameless
Ball like Shaq and Kobe like we playin' for the Lakers
Geeked up off this purple and you know I feel so brainless
Said I'm fucking these bitches I'm making 'em wetter
They need an umbrella, spit like a propellor
I shoot in the pussy like I'm a beretta
While counting my cheddar
Aye, walked in the room with a fine ass bitch
And my hands so cold cause this ice on my wrist
Stacking up the money and you can't tell me shit
While I'm fucking on your bitch, and she feeling on my dick
Aye, aye, aye