I just wanna bounce right back, sound like crack
Chill for a minute while I bounce hi-hats
Lil' weto coming out a town like that
But I drop bombs like it's South Iraq
Wait, turned 28
Feel it slipping out my grasp
Walking through the Hollywood Hills and I'm looking 'round
Thinking, "How the hell I'm gonna get up in a house like that?"
Well I'm supposed to be the greatest
Don't get close to me, I'm faded
Might take another dose for me to say this
I ain't feeling really close to be your favorite
Write back when it's over, call back when you're close
We can toast to D. Montayne
Nice dude but the flow is Cosa Nostra
We can Quid Pro Quo if you can take it
Look, everybody shine when the light's right
Let me see you grind in the night time
I've been up for mine with a night light
Tick-tock, given up my prime for a type-write
Look, I just want a home and a nice wife
And, Lamborghini doors if the price right
Look, you will never know what my life's like
Given everything but my eyesight
It's like that
Yeah, it's like that
(Now it's your turn)
Wait, try hard but you can't go back
Time flies, but it tastes so bad
Clock really isn't on your side
Every single minute let a day go by
Was ten years old in the Southwest
In a broken home with a drum set
And I wrote these poems when I'm upset
Think I don't belong? You can suck this
Look, I don't write for you, I write for me
Been that way since like '02 or '03
No more asking for apologies
Only asking for a pile of G's
And if you can't see the light inside of me
Then you're blind as Stevie playing hide and seek
See me live, it's quite a sight to see
You should buy a signed CD
Homie, it's like that
Yeah, it's like that