[Intro]

Yeah

Right

Ahhhhhh

Aiight

I'm bout to do my thing

You ready?

Here I go!

October's very own

Drizzy

Taz You ain't even got nothin to worry about man

Check

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Are you listening?

Is anybody listening?

Walk into a room and you can smell the Clive Cristian scent

A lot of niggas is threatened by my positioning

Thrillin bars you think I'm writing with John Ghrisam

Pen

I need Rose, nevermind the pricing

Know we brought cake to the party, no icing

No ice on, big Phantom no license

Fuck if you're feelin me as long as your wife is

No one in my city gotta pocket like Drizzy

I can rock fitted Jeans cause my credit card skinny

It's pitch black and covers all incidentials

And Ms. Rhone sorry you ain't notice my potential

Fuck ya rappers and your self-proclaimed status

I can only see green now happy St.Patty's

I know you waitin on a last quote

Check the soundscan and you can see that I'm the last hope

[Verse 2]

By the way I'm Jewish and turnin 22

Get's depressing when you see your favorite rappers

Goin through it

Tryna re-invent themselves, showin' no improvement

Gettin' crushed by this light skinned young'n on some

New shit

40 just recorded and who dropped this here

Cos I'm tryna fuck Megan Fox this year

And if you got a stylist to cop you gear

And you are in my age bracket, you are not my peer

Fuck you really know about a Eames couch

Frette sheets, perfect touch to a clean house

Wide awake, but a nigga's livin' ya dreams out

Lookin like a photoshoot everytime the team's out

And is the realest nigga still I

A woman could love me to death but I'd still die

So I'm about us now

Smith and Wesson flow

You should tell them boys duck down