You know me Fuck your bitch and neva call her back Even though her hips thicka than an almanac Bad names what she call me, man she always mad Like "why you always call me that?" It's a bad thing Girly got problems wit' her dad ting Flamin' errbody like the mad king Young assassin Life should be in closed captions I be drippin' down daily you got no fashion It's the Saint Laurent god Who ain't wearin' Saint Laurent Spendin' all his savins on music I could make a lawn Out of all the money gone I be hangin' like Saddam Daily think I need my mom Just to tell me I ain't wrong Yeah Hopin' that I'm right I been losin' sleep Cause I'm thinkin' through the night Fuck it, roll the dice Only got a life Errbody goin' crazy thinkin' that they got it twice Imma young baller The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock Life a canvas paint on it Lil' sonnet In fact all this Shit is going lil' slow, no sonic Red shoes on, run it Young baller The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock Life a canvas paint on it In fact all this Is goin' just the way I wanted Every day they count me out So I count on it I Don't wanna live like errbody Imma be flya than a fairy in a cherry Audi On my way to marry This girl that ride stick like Harry Ninety-Three Mariah Carey What she look like bro it's scary I could fit the world in my palm And then just cock-back Tomahawk that shit like LeBron And I be lookin' like god When I do this shit That's impossible like Tom Cruise' movie is You ain't a god, you just a lunatic What the people sayin' to me They should be like droppin' down to knees And fuckin' prayin' to me Man this shit a brees I should be in New Orleans I be slicin' up the pie Ya'll can't get a fuckin' piece Cause ya'll don't wan' fuck wit' me Yeah That's the way it be bro Ya'll gon' need a stitch Like you fuckin' 'round wit' Lelo There he go Nasty like he Rico Bring it back like repo You blew it like a c-note Fans say él está frio Yeah, that's for my Spanish chicas They just wanna know my fuckin' sign No, I'm not a libra Gemini, mood is black and white like a fuckin' zebra Twenty-three and me JP and his fuckin' sneakers Imma young baller The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock Life a canvas paint on it Lil' sonnet In fact all this Shit is going lil' slow, no sonic Red shoes on, run it Young baller The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock Life a canvas paint on it In fact all this Is goin' just the way I wanted Every day they count me out So I count on it