[Part I]

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

Lifestyle of the young and the restless

Reckless, slingin' marijuana to mescaline

Mama told me I shouldn't mess with them

But I confess, them niggas some of my best friends back then

Daddy told me I couldn't trust them

Gotta get from 'round all the yes men

Had to adjust, when I'm alone is when I start to reflect

This shit got me all vexed, I'm wonderin' what's next

This just in, fucked the bitch in back of the Westin

I'm takin' the back streets, all this dirty monеy attract me

No, I won't be givin' a scrap to thesе hoes

I'm packin' these shows in Japanese clothes

Leavin' LAX, then I'm back at Heathrow

Oxtails soon as I'm back on pico

Never pay attention to stats, too busy gettin' the racks

These niggas don't even be livin' they raps, nah

Lifestyle of the Black and the rich in this bitch

You see this thing on my wrist, I'm the shit

When I was younger, it was only a wish

Now I can't take a piss without somebody comin' takin' a pic

Poppin' bottles, rollin' up somethin fat with the hoes in the backstage

I'm drownin' my pain in the champagne

Got me reminiscin' on back in the day

Talkin' 'bout back in the day, back when we was baggin' it up

Had a little bit of money, started stackin' it up

These days, thought they would love to see me packin' it up, that's what's up

Took it from the hood to Hollywood, now I'm actin' up

Still have yet to met another nigga that I could trust

Niggas stay throwin' salt, throwin' shots from the black trucks

And takin' them shots like it's Starbucks

Ain't the only one had it hard that end up breakin' the law

But that shit got me all emotionally scarred, still, I evolve ('Volve)

This for all my niggas low ridin', we got the bounce (Bounce)

This for all my niggas that's flockin', we in the house (House)

This for all my niggas from Compton, we want it now (Now)

This for everybody, ayy

[Chorus]

It ain't fair, fair, fair, fair, fair, fair

Nah, it ain't fair (Ain't fair), out here (Out here)

Out here (Out here), yeah

It ain't fair, fair, fair, fair, fair, fair

Nah, it ain't fair (Ain't fair), out here (Out here)

Out here (Out here), out here (Yeah, out here)

[Verse 2]

Lifestyle of the super ghetto fellow

Hell or Heaven, seventh letter predecessors

They can never, another level

Never settle, I embody Machiavelli

I get better, I get better, I get better, I get better

I been dancin' with the devil, goddamnit I said it

Takin' drugs and et cetera, singin', "Figaro, figaro"

Watch me finger roll up the kush

No, I'm not gonna pass it, kiss it right off the glass on that ass

I got some homies from the hood that'll blast on that ass

I got some bitches poppin' up from the past tryna smash me

They don't know I was down bad just last week

Mama hit me up and she asked me

[Outro]

Said, "Baby, what you gon' do about it?"

"Tell me, what you gon' do about it?"

"Baby, what you gon' do about it?"

"Tell me, what you gon' do about it?"

"Baby, what you gon' do about it?"

"Tell me, what you gon' do about it?"

"Tell me, what you gon' do about it?"

"Tell me, what you gon' do?"

[Part II]

[Intro]

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high

What you gon' do about it? What you gon' do about it?

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

The beat got me hypnotized

Scrollin' through my Twitter, timeline desensitized

All I see is bad bitches and hoes, rap niggas with dough

While the hood gettin' gentrified, shit

Open your eyes, open the blinds, look outside

Now watch as the dry leaves catch fire

[Outro]

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high

I'm gettin' ya high

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high

I'm gettin' ya high

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high