They been sayin' since a youngin you a fool bro, uh 'Cause your skin color fed by silver spoon, oh You can't touch my dreams been tryna touch the moon, oh You can't run then go and sing the blues bro Baby momma trippin' when the ass coming through though I been in the kitchen w-w-whippin' silver spoons so Scottie Pippen with the layup, AR, we about to wait up No debatin', who the greatest, wordplay going Super Saiyan, uh I don't give a fuck like uh They can't fuck with us so uh I don't play with runner up Uh, uh, uh No money, no fans Give it up, give it up No money, no fans Give it up, give it up Man I woke up from that dream realized I had nothin' But It's nothing all I need They'd rather roll a couple rellos while I perform in Coachella Shootin' shots like Mello Mothafucker get the deal, get yo business up Get up out yo feelings, I been chillin' on a low Try to get it where I'm livin' at Lately, I been lookin' to the stars tryna figure our god Figure out this live I'm livin' and why it's so hard Or why I'm so lost so I need to get out the flaws So why I gotta fuck yo bitch, since I'm Hugo Boss And dude you lost or, do you know laws Or do you know the price that it cost to be the boss I been homeless for a week and I can't get a job But, gotta zip it open, climb, tell to get off What you expect me to do? Go hungry while this place I'm livin' in is a zoo? I don't know, would you? Waddup dawg You ready?