february 29th

tell the waitress bring the bottles

put em in the ice!

i swear to god that i have many nights

the fucking bitches live the marijuana remy life

party like it's february 29th

ninth

ninth

we gon party like it's february 29th

and artist like me is seen every leap year

so let's party like a frat-house with cheap beer

we the premier

niggas in the street dear

keep this piece near

blood on my seat spear

let it be clear

the only thing that he fears

not being referred as the black

without ya'll thinking he weird

i'm talking john p quier

my shit sheer

i used to sweep beer

but until then i keep the presidential

rollie shinning brilliant

feel like i'm bill clint

shawty said she wasn't going

but she still went

been around the world twice

but i'm still prynce

i seen my ex in the club

she probably got the same number

call er right now

i bet you should still be sprint

flew out to paris

i'm a send my chauffeur

if you call him pierre

either way it's still french

so

who am i to say what i deserve and if i really deserve it?

i get to play with these words while the world is barely keep turning

determined to get it

born in the city

i didn't fit in

cause killin' was always sought

now we yellin' michigan we did it"