before the red cups and the backwoods smoke
me and mom in the shack in the woods
i was sleepin' on the floor with the oven door open
while i dreamt about the places that i would go
we would go door to door to door all day
we were begging 'em to lay up in the foyer
i was sittin' with the hookers in a motel hallway
waiting onna blind audition like it's broadway
now these madams looking like a fleet of foxes
rat pack chief of staff like sinatra
you can keep your old oscars
it's tomorrow never dies now
i'm on yacht with a prince in dubai now
i'm with the dalai lama's homies in the sky lounge
cocktails got me loosenin' my tie now
they say a prophet never honored in his homeland
i'd rather have my own land
gotta plan for a hundred roman numerals
they gon' need to build a bigger wall out here
i live a different set of laws out here
know my rights even when i'm in the wrong out here
look what we did with one song out here
like a locksmith opened every door out here
but we can get along out here
you in my house actin' too free though
chiefy in a new chief cloak
when your father's enemies are tryna bury you
and the royal families are tryna mary you
they don't want it like us
but they still tryna wesley snipe-us
tell me why we gon' still win tonight