Watch me get America high By your appearance I can get a glimpse of your vibe They say you are what you wear, I am Yves Saint Laurant Catch me at the Montreyon Fella I'm getting money that's why you all jealous This aint a rap song, this is a rap psalm Immaculate so I'ma be the first to cast on In kindergarten I was filling out my tax form While my other class mates was learning Jimmy Crack Corn ? How can I go broad, riding shot gun with Lupe through Chicago hood Hat tilted to the side like a gd bumping a Pac Cd Picture me rollin' holla when you see me This easy sorta like my abc's And I'll take another? N-gga 1, 2, 3 Know my name when I spell, it's D-I two G's Rather die before I'm telling see I'm too G
My poety's deep I never fell My poety's deep I never fell It's the return of the light skin The king on my name is separated by a hyphen Looking at my Breathing it's about that time Stunting like a Badboy out the Porsche just shine Gotta rap like a peda stomp a rat in front of pedo When it's comes to cooking heaters I'm a baker like I need her Can't come up? Like a phone off the receiver I know you're all eager to see me compete with Bieber Not knowing that's my homie, we chilling kicking our feet up Don't do business with a worker so direct me to your leader In a few years I'll be the chairman of?, Warner, Elektra, Atlantic, re-up And when I go watch the money go pre-nup We going hard in the paint -gga D-up Try to bring the heat and you'll still lose if ya'll team up This is for my fly -ggas jetsetters we are