take your nose off my keyboard
what you bothering me for?
there's a room full of niggas!
what you following me for?
this ain't no fucking sing-along
it's cause we blowing like a c4
got my whole crew blowing like a c4
fake id's and the trash we going straight to the top
rooftop closed with a handful of girls and they all so foreign
light skinned chick first flight from poland
a whole lot of friends first flight from poland
a whole lot of cash first trip from poland
why? cause they loving the crew
smoking weed under star projectors
i guess we'll never know what harvard gets us
but seeing my family have it all
took the place of that desire for diplomas on the wall
i think i like who i'm becoming
there's times where i might do it just to do it
there's times when i might blow like 50k on a vacation
for all my soldiers just to see the looks on all they faces
i got a lot of friends to come up off the strip for me
the same ones that'll come up off the hip for me
the realest niggas say your lyrics do shit for me"