[ Featuring Machine Gun Kelly ]
Shout out all my brothers
All eyes on me yah
Boy, I'm so hot that a nigga gotta lay low
Shawty giving head till her brain gone
Since I got the fame
Boy my life ain't been the same
Now I'm Hollywood
Niggas saying that I changed
The only thing new, I got a few gold chains
I been rocking gold hoops
Before Trinidad James
Come f*ck with the greatest
Industry status, I know that you hate it
I know that you hate it
I know you been waiting
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Whore you know it's me
A young nigga from the C
Whore from the burbs
But my niggas from the streets
I've been thinking money
That's the only thing I see
It's a club full of hoes
And you niggas wanna beef
Every nigga quick to say "Hi!"s
Boy got the piece
And every nigga is quick to say
I'm gully out the heat
I ain't worried muthaf*cka
I got my feet up gettin' ready for the summer
I could bet a million that you're
Boy about to come up
Don't be mad at the world
Cause your records ain't buzzin'
Don't be mad at the system
Cause you niggas ain't stuntin'
Don't be mad at your boy
Cause you ain't worth nothing
Cause you ain't worth nothing
This song got a muthaf*ckin'
Feeling like Pac though (Feelin' like Pac
Thug life) picture me rollin'
Duck the police in a pothole (skrrr, Five-O)
Wh-whipping this shit stolen
Passenger seat is El Gato
(When that's pussy I beat it)
Beat it till it's swollen
Then I paint her face like Picasso
(Nah bitch)
Pronto, you ain't e'n known it, like Rocko
Welcome to the Midwest
Fill the fridge up with
Them government checks
Dark liquor is a must when you one of us
And we got the bud for the blunts
Go and ingest funny that my father wanted me
To be a scholar instead I grew up like him
And became an alcoholic
A couple of dollars, get some gin and tonic
And a couple condoms
Give a bitch head trauma
Not she hooked on phonics
Ye ain't never seen a muthaf*cka
Cleveland boy get up on the big screen
With the same team that he used
To ride the bus with
Now they got a tour bus, shit
Ye ain't never seen a muthaf*cka
Go from flippin' burgers at the Fuddruckers
Hit up private jets with the Jimmy Iovines
Then flying Coach, back to the drug runners
100
I might sell my soul for a new Bugatti
Shit, I'm just young and reckless
I see why half of you rappers stressin'
I'm here now nigga, you can get to steppin'
All these hoes nowadays seem
To act so desperate
I give her what she want
Then I'm on to the next chick
She don't say nothing cause she
Know I'm the next "it"
Your times up girl, that's it
Girl hit the exit
You should be faithful that
You in my presence "Oh, you needing Jesus" I
Don't need your blessings
Like learn your lessons, don't with king
I mean like, we know who jealous
So f*ck with me
This that give-and-go, that pick-and-roll
This that cock back and let it go
This that bang, bang, that bang fo'sho'
My niggas bang fo'sho', this ain't for show
