[Intro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson & Junie Morrison]
La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
La da da da di da da-a, la-a
Let me tell you, I'm out here
From a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far

[Chorus: Kanye West, Junie Morrison & Ghostface Killah]
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more (Los Angeles)
Please (shake that body, party that bod-)
Please (shake that body, party that body)
Please (shake that body, party that body)

[Verse One: SoniYEAH]
Y’all bitches still chillin’ with your privilege
Sharp mind, fuck around can’t even see the edge
Be the best, be yourself, that’s what you be sayin’, shit
Chase your dreams? See an Android “That’s outrageous!”
Eight-year-olds, livin’ the best life, we’re on the roadside
Save your coats, the ice on their wrists, you cannot provide
Wanna get the bread? Collect the pen, can you ghostwrite?
This life be takin’ Ls, all on the low and getting no highs
This mic be saving lengths, going slow, reaching no skies
Be working to earn and you be jamming to Slowthai
I be slogging to learn, while you be slandering fortnite
I’m scavenging for truth, while you hoes sugarcoat lies
Label me as a pick-me, but I am not like you guys
All these bitches around me, they ain’t ever built a room
Only intelligent thing outta their mouth’s a silver spoon
All their Ivy Unis and their fucking richer schools
“You got a fucking internship? Maybe please give her too?”
That’s everything I get to hear on an everyday basis
Stick their nose in my business like it’s telekinesis
Yeah ‘cause life is a road filled with red herrings and racists
How the fuck can I tell from each of their fucking faces?
Shameless
Used to this hurt and now it’s painless
Can all of life’s miseries ever go through that drainage?
Fuck these bitches, shit all I ever wanna be is famous
The head still good though, the head still good though
What’s good? My motherfucking head will now explode
Control that shit for that one time I’ll get y’all exposed
It’s the sign of the times, baby, you in your best clothes?
Talking ‘bout under privilege, a rapper from West Coast?
What happened to next post? Bitch I’m boutta quit
All this content-writing shit ain’t gon give me no dick
All I wanted was to make a name for this chick
Every time I make another song left incomplete
Yeet, I’m outta this trash ass city
Filled with sluts degrading me, make your own ass pretty
Filled with motherfuckers thinking that their bars are heavy
Underrated fucked up me already is regretting
Birthing myself in this hypocrite place
Great, now lemme get another thing straight
Pulling a Ye on y’all, you fuckers better learn to wait
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Scary
Scary
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A

[Verse Two: SoniYEAH]
Last when I left off, rant ‘bout my birth place
Awards lining up the market, something I can’t purchase
I be striving hard to not let down, earphones blasting Thursday
Can’t pick acad Mjolnir no more, did I get unworthy?
Running letters ‘cross the page, my life be lookin’ cursive
Used to be drunk off success one time, how did I get thirsty?
Joining penny by penny, hoping best, is it working?
‘Cause I look calm on the surface, but there’s a storm in me, nervous
Hurtless, the only W my life has taken
Everyone I come around with turns out to be my hater
How could I be the GOAT when there’s still in me to be greater?
They say “Leave it to karma,” bitch karma’s the best debater
Later, when I’m done with online shit school
They fire bullets from their mouths at me, someone get a pistol
Ducked two in a row and I’m alive, they missed two
Hard like hentai, the fuck was that shit, which rule?
It’s like fighting on front line for my life, daily a new war
Throwin’ hurdles on my path that I withstand, bitch I’m too strong
The only chick that’s fighting in the cyph, compare me to Mulan
The biggest mistake I did was fall for money, more can I do wrong?
You thought the only broken thing I have, my fate is
Crumbling down to pieces, yeah so what? ‘Cause I’m still the greatest
What are you without a man? A fucking queen, this ain’t the eighties
Begin the cypher of my life, emcees now over the wait is
“Kill ‘Em With Kindness” highness, bitch I’m done being the nicest
All disguises in me united and then some crisis arises
I gain one point for rhymes and then casually one mark minus
It’s lame for me to shine, gradually every coal turns diamond
Timing is perfect, rules survival gotta learn ‘em
Burning souls because my life is a furnace
Convinced I’m from the outer space, you bitches are earthlings
Your wishes are nerveless, got them radicals shy
Grass increases creativity? I’m naturally high
Last breezes hit the tree of glee, my battery will die
Peace the finest game even combat will deny
Reply to my motherfucking texts bitch
“Couldn’t afford a car so she named her daughter Alexis”
Back to the same old topic on how fucked up your ex is
My palms be sweating all day and you’re hanging with your besties
If Jay-Z paid me attention shit
Rather be overrated ‘cause bitch
I been done underpaid and it’s not like it seems
I’m a business chick, not the girl of your dreams
Fucking streams, I see em going down on my channel
Travel starts from the end of the barrel
To the fucking top as a rapper, gotta win in this battle
‘Cause I went from shit to THE shit, how did this happen?
Cappin’, these jealous bitches all stay cappin’
Through my poetry like water all my life story unravels
Shit is written by ten dudes, and I did it again, mood
Is it not enough for one damn girl to handle a pencil?
This shit for which these damn men kill, in their mind’s where my rent lives
Y’all be lying through your teeth so much, y’all just meet your dentist
Defend this, I eat up like y’all like lentils
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop
He a piece of shit, I fell him, good chick could do that
He keep pushin' me back, good chick'll do that
He push me back when the chick is too sweet
This good shit’ll make your life complete
Get money, money, money, money
Big, big money, money, money, money
And as I’m at the end of my limits, I’ll just stay fucking killin’ it
We at the end of the time baby, what’s the number of minutes left?
I just keep on lovin' you, baby
And there's no one else I know who can take your place
Please, no more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more (Los Angeles)
Let me tell you, I'm out here
From a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
SWISH