Don't you hate those types of people? They believe they're in a movie And the movie needs a sequel That the world revolves around the sound of their voice Voice of seagulls It makes my psyche feel so tiny And my sanity go feeble But that's not me though I know I have an ego I know that I'm a jerk sometimes and hypocritical Don't mean to get political But I know some ellipticals That have more functionality A part of me just wants a gang to see me I simply do not give a fuck You say I'm trash bitch I'm a drug You'd kiss my ass and hold my cup If you'd find out who I was I need no lines I'm just upset You make me want to be past tense Speaking so loud but sound so dense You're not that guy bro no offense I don't get bitches I get money Got real friends who think I'm funny I don't smoke And I don't party at all I got coupons in my pocket And I rarely shop at target I don't flex my 7 figures at all I don't get balls I simply do not give a fuck Bout what you got for lunch Uneducated, plastic faces I'd pay to see get punched Every time I see A billboard for Gucci There's around 9 to 10 Devoid homeless men To find wealth disparity I don't care who your husband is Don't care how many girls you've kissed How many lives you've influenced You're just like everybody else I'm only ever in the hills Because the label pays my bills I'd rather be at home with monsters than the city of angels I don't get bitches I get money Got real friends who think I'm funny I don't smoke And I don't party at all I got coupons in my pocket And I rarely shop at target I don't flex my 7 figures at all I don't get balls