Ay, red lights on in the boulevard only that means business
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch gunna
Made man like Joe pesci
I need deniro or I'll rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a east
But the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David bowie of my generation
Kill them all we violent with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was workin' at chipotle
Went from stealing out of Walmart
To the president of operation
Dub was workin' at the steel shop
Slim was workin' off of first block
We steel roll together every day
Expect we might be on a private plane
Why would you every come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted?
They be asking why I'm such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting