Smoking trees as I contemplate my deepest fears
Like "What if I fail and fall short from my dreams?"
"What if all this money comes between me and my team?"
Tryna do me like Saddam and tear apart my regime
I got no time for that
Money never sleeps so I'm insomniac
Used to wanna be where the party at
But then my mom called me, and that shit reminded me that
I gotta do whats never been done and put the city on the map
So I do this for my bros
And the homies back home
We was baggin different hoes
Wearin the same old clothes
Bitch all we had was game
Now we bout have the fame
Thats a recipe for disaster
Cuz we ain't fuckin playin
Boarding all these flights though
Flyin like I'm Michael
Feelin like I'm Pablo
Fuckin up these white girls
Oh my god hes psycho
Oh my god hes gorgeous
Lookin at my ex like
Oh my god you're hopeless
So fuck you and your best friend
I fucked you and your best friend
And fuck your ex too, he the type to be the best man
On your wedding day
So while you drown in sorrow watch me levitate
Like I'm Superman, but I never save a hoe
I know one thing though, bitches they come they go
Saturday through Sunday
Well you know how that shit go
You know that shit go
They cant fuck with the flow
Young K.O.N. got KO kush if you wanna smoke
Yeah
1 am Cyprus, I be on my pimp shit
Higher than a pilot flying a kite on Mount Olympus
The way my life has been you woulda thought that I was Christain
Cuz I'm so fucking gifted, and everyday is Christmas
Before the mistletoes I used to be where the missiles go
On the East Side of the city, where the police never go
Concrete jungle where the roses never grow
And love is hopeless so I got no roses for these hoes
I got no roses for these hoes
Ball like Derozan on these hoes