Good morning to the ordinaries

Good night to the unliked in the night clubs

Ain’t got an idea? You should check your light bulbs

I’ma be on board till you rappers get your flights up

I’m in the class you was never in

I’m in the class—where the hell you been?

I watch them watch me settle in

I never pretended to be better than

A lotta y’all provide the same shit

And then they fuckin’ with mine

You don’t know nobody?

You stuck in the line

You flat out broke

So you be pressed for time

And I ain’t broke

And I be pressed for mine

Some niggas couldn’t take the career change

So they pressed decline

Shit, that ain’t gonn’ stop my shine

Except that, that man upstairs decided to close the blinds

If not the money, the cars and clothes is mine’s

And them hoes is mine’s

If any of those don’t exist might as well

Close the line

If you see, she’s on her way

Now who am I to judge?

The case is closed

And the fakes exposed

Then they turn back around like the place is closed

Then they keep goin’ like the brakes is old

My life is like a confession

It’s probably a lesson

After I tell y’all I be hearin’ suggestions

Some might think it’s good or a bad impression

Eff them, I R-Les them

Next selection

I be on my shit, ha

Fuck those who ain’t up on theirs

I know it’s all unfair

They get mad when I take them back to the crib

Show them how I live

It wasn’t a problem before, now it’s just that serious

It’s just that big

Pause. I don’t feel the need to brag though

Subtract it fast, but I add slow

Your best friends will take your career and throw it in the bag

And walk around let the mutha fuckin’ tag show

If you see, she’s on her way

Good morning to the ordinaries

Good night to the unliked in the night clubs

Ain’t got an idea? You should check your light bulbs

I’ma be on top— the hottest position ever

But a position that doesn’t last forever

Can I get some credit, but instead I’m getting debit love

Man, I wish you could edit love

I’ll settle where I want it

So everything: I run it

So I could say I done it

And still keep it a hundred

I’m good; I’m where that ass is supposed to be

Now the haters getting close to me

Females push-up with their push-up

Haters tryin’a punk me—Ashton Kutcher

Tryin’a get their name up, with a little spot in this rap game

Tryin’a keep their kush up, for real