Yeah, Uhh, Yeah, Uhh, Yeah, Uhh
I just.. Think about all my past times
Get on all these f*ckin tracks and make these words rhyme
I don't even sell no dimes cuz I do not have no time
But I use to reminisce when me and my homies was on the grind
All the time, trying to shine, cuz we need them new things
Now a boy got pinky rings, switching lanes with six chains
I don't even give a f*ck, use to have a black truck all the way in zip codes that I do not go no more
Oh sh*t I got shows, every motherf*ckin weekend, me and my best friends ain't f*cking speaking
Got friends from down under arriving in the morning tell them that makonnen is the best thing going
Worldwide. Now you know it, finally I can show it, young boy in the city looking like Im f*ckin growing all the way with the moon
Ocean sun when it be snowing i dunno how i got it Im so thankful for the flow
And My friends once again when they come back around
I remember all night we was selling that brown to some mother f*ckin junkies
I was acting like a monkey swinging off them goddamn trees making hundred of them things
All damn night with the white
Now a n*gga barely see any type of f*ckin drugs, who the f*ck is me
I just once was a young boy on the f*ckin corner selling all this dope from Atlanta to California
And now I brought it back all the way to the west
Cuz them n*ggas in the east said that I was one of the best
So I'm like let me go see if the rumors true when I step off in the room n*ggas be mad at who
When I step in studios n*ggas trying to sound like who now
God damn I ride around in black f*ckin coops now
Don't even need to pick it up, n*gga come deliver me
Feel like I'm dominoes the way they f*ckin playing me
Oh sh*t it's a game, n*gga love my last name, girls want my last name, I switch them with my last game
Hit em with some new sh*t, Like how the f*ck he who do it
I remember being in church staring at them pool pits
Like god damn that water could make me feel stronger
Then I seen that preachers daughter get killed by a gang banger
On the f*ckin corner and them girls was out here singing songs bout sweet Jesus and how he was going come back home
Put my whole family on as they f*ckin waiting
n*ggas on the eastside out here still hating
Cuz they know that I'm great when I came from the South
Now I'm hottest in the North, ain't sh*t else to talk about
I'm like damn, Uncle Sam, who the f*ck is Donald Trump?
These n*ggas done f*cked up, Presidents be going up
Now the life in America is all about the money
Have no time for no jokes man ain't saying sh*t funny
When my friends f*ckin dying, and drugs f*ckin colliding
Everyday in communities, b*tches want to do me
n*ggas out here shooting bullets when we ride passed
I'm like oh sh*t what happened I forgot about my dad
Cuz that n*gga did me wrong way back in 96
Now I'm feeling like a bad dog looking like Micheal Vick's
Out here switching f*cking teams, can't find my f*ckin path
I'm on the f*ckin road feeling so damn glad that I have f*ckin twice another day at life I remember last week when I felt like a bum
sh*t be f*ckin popping now like a n*gga is bubble gum
I remember being so broke I couldn't afford no bubble yum
Now I'm seeing now and laters riding around in the latest
Jaguar super cars saying I'm a super star
And my mom came to my release thank god for Warner
But man I never swore that I would leave California
When I was young I felt dumb
Thought I had to be gang banging out here f*ckin slanging drugs
But now all these songs I'm singing, I can't think about no hook
History about these books
All I know is f*ckin dope fiends and a few crooks that f*ckin switched their ways
Off in the USA, now i feel like GPS when I'm using that ways
In an app I can snap on any f*ckin rap but a n*gga hate on me at the same time give me dap
I use to be a young fool, Now I'm feeling smarter
God damn thank god I'm feeling like a scholar
Didn't go to college unless it was for beauty
Now the girls love me they want me out in movies
I done signed a stupid deal with a new agency
Hope they put me on a f*ckin tv show on channel E
God damn I'm entertaining, Oh sh*t ain't complaining
Cuz the money that I'm making is enough to buy Jamaica, Uhh
I love it but sometimes I don't, Uhh
I think I'll stay but sometimes I won't
I swear that I should leave, what is up my sleeve, Everybody hating, hating on me
So I fly all the time when I look at the moon
I remember being at home making songs in my room
But now I fly all the time and I stare at the moon
I remember when I was young making songs in my room
But now I fly all the time and I stare at the moon
I remember making all these songs back in my room
But now I fly all the time and I stare at the moon
I remember making songs in my room
With my dogs, little two Pitbull's man them just f*ckin died
I swear this sh*t ain't cool, I've been hurting so bad
I can't even call my dad, thank god I got my mom, hope that she ain't feeling sad
About the rumors going round, in the town, what they saying, that I'm f*cking new agent and I'm looking like Satan
All I'm doing is K and the coke all night
I'm like momma no I'm not but she know I sold that white
So it might not sound too f*ckin farfetched plus you loosing all this weight, man you looking kinda sick
I'm like man no I'm not, I be running in the morning, I'm practicing for the world stage so I can put a show on that
As good as Beyonce, Look for my fiancé, retire off this rap sh*t
Chillin in a bungalow, god damn don't need no hoes
I just need the f*ckin cash, I remember being broke
Couldn't afford the f*ckin dash, thats the bus that be riding on western ave
I remember being down near crying for my dad, he like f*ck you I'm leaving, I was out there weeping
Now I'm the man from Akron to Cleveland
And beyond, doing songs, you know I could f*ckin snap
I be out here looking in it, audience waiting for claps
But these n*ggas don't give me claps they just give me stank eye
So I hit em with that whip cook that chicken one time
Now your girl say she wanna meet a kid backstage
I know what she really want just to hit it backstage
And f*ck around and break a condom so she could have my child
And when a n*gga fall off she say that I ain't sh*t now
But I never will fall off cuz I never got on
I'm the same little kid making songs in my room
Now when I f*ckin fly I just stare at the room, at the moon in my room at the same time I'm feeling like a bride and a groom
Won't somebody come and marry me
I've been smoking all night, I should f*ckin pay the fee to the god damn smokers club where I be, be going up
God damn nobody f*ck with me since I ain't going up on a f*ckin Tuesday
But I got new news today I could make plenty songs slow it down anyway, All in the USA, they know I'm leaving soon
I remember making songs staring at the moon in my room
Now when I fly
I just stare at the moon cuz I remember making songs in my room
Now when I fly
I just stare at the moon cuz I remember being alone just making these songs in my room
Making these songs in my room
I remember being alone
In my room
Staring at the moon