Ain't nothing changed but the weather And the temp tag sequence of numbers and letters on my Chevelle You can ride, but hey man, watch my leather Cause *****es get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic Rosé in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic Spitta and them Monsta Beatz radioactive I don't kick it with no rappers, they be hustling backwards Like the jeans on Kris Cross, who you Mack Daddy or daddy macking? Pen lyrics on back on these napkins zoned out in a first class cabin With noise cancellation headphones, two hash brownies for breakfast This morning staring down at the ocean, inspired Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire Straddle a fence you only get caught up in the barbed-wire I'm independent, **** your system I get paid without it Got a new pothead ***** who moonlighting as a blogger That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she wrote about it You can't deny it, I'm a rider, word to Pac ambition Houdini your main squeeze, she disappear she's a magician You can't blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed I sent her to the waffle house twit my order from the car man, yeah And I'm looking famous And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain't him The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain’t shit But I'm still looking famous And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain't him The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain’t shit But I'm still... I'm high again waiting on the sun Dozed off in my '57 at the drive-in This is a scary movie I'm in But I do it for my folk who genuinely want me to win I do a lotta smoking to stay over this bogus shit My money and not on these *****es, my focus is locked Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not Pay homage, the founder in the house kid A MILF hunter, ask your momma she could vouch ***** If she cool to **** and down with rolling that barney up Race-day money on the starting gate pony up Hope you're hungry, I got a plate of dust for ya homie, look up Early morning exercise doing kush ups I ain't stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up *****es used to overlook us, now in my presence they shook up See where this rap shit done took us? I'm still, still..
[00:42.552] Ain't nothing changed but the weather [00:45.678] And the temp tag sequence of numbers and letters on my Chevelle [00:49.799] You can ride, but hey man, watch my leather [00:52.711] Cause *****es get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic [00:56.868] Rosé in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic [00:59.928] Spitta and them Monsta Beatz radioactive [01:02.838] I don't kick it with no rappers, they be hustling backwards [01:06.350] Like the jeans on Kris Cross, who you Mack Daddy or daddy macking? [01:10.172] Pen lyrics on back on these napkins zoned out in a first class cabin [01:13.895] With noise cancellation headphones, two hash brownies for breakfast [01:17.976] This morning staring down at the ocean, inspired [01:20.790] Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire [01:23.391] Straddle a fence you only get caught up in the barbed-wire [01:26.531] I'm independent, **** your system I get paid without it [01:30.032] Got a new pothead ***** who moonlighting as a blogger [01:33.585] That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she wrote about it [01:37.212] You can't deny it, I'm a rider, word to Pac ambition [01:40.556] Houdini your main squeeze, she disappear she's a magician [01:44.153] You can't blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed [01:48.174] I sent her to the waffle house twit my order from the car man, yeah [01:53.210] And I'm looking famous [01:55.597] And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers [01:59.048] From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain't him [02:02.566] The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain’t shit [02:06.069] But I'm still looking famous [02:09.636] And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers [02:13.105] From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain't him [02:16.627] The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain’t shit [02:20.212] But I'm still... [02:22.449] I'm high again waiting on the sun [02:25.158] Dozed off in my '57 at the drive-in [02:28.486] This is a scary movie I'm in [02:31.112] But I do it for my folk who genuinely want me to win [02:35.040] I do a lotta smoking to stay over this bogus shit [02:38.461] My money and not on these *****es, my focus is locked [02:42.017] Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not [02:45.412] Pay homage, the founder in the house kid [02:48.490] A MILF hunter, ask your momma she could vouch ***** [02:52.034] If she cool to **** and down with rolling that barney up [02:55.270] Race-day money on the starting gate pony up [02:59.035] Hope you're hungry, I got a plate of dust for ya homie, look up [03:03.831] Early morning exercise doing kush ups [03:06.919] I ain't stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up [03:10.338] *****es used to overlook us, now in my presence they shook up [03:14.639] See where this rap shit done took us? I'm still, still..
