[Verse 1]

Up late making music through the night time

Cold brew, locked room as I write rhymes

Every second lost is another's gained

Can't hate the player when the player loves the game

Camera in my face, always looking dapper

Too slick, rockstar shit, Mick Jagger

Not a star yet, I'm feeling like a day away

Whole city waiting on me like a layaway

Team Popeye strong, no spinach

Hit the club looking like a fucking line of scrimmage

Bottle on deck, college boy gimmick

Drinking top shelf but it's only for the image

Yeah, and it's looking like a photo op

You ain't living how I'm living homie, no you not

I'm not a player though, I just crush a lot

I'm with your girl behind your back bitch, sucker shot

Is that cool with you? I thought so

Drink fast, talk slow, game fresh, all pro, woah

Respect the persona, resumé impressive, check the diploma

[Hook] x2

I'mma do me, do me, no problem

I'mma do me, do me, no stopping

Cause you only got one life to live

So live it up, just live it up

[Verse 2]

Agenda when we land, always have a plan

All about my cheese so I'm always going HAM

They say I make party music, you're damn right

Helping white people dance like Red Stripe

Flow hot, better let it sit

I'm the subject, these other dudes are predicates

The hype's real now, stop asking

Shows sold out, full house, Bob Saget

Leader of the class, you should come and try me

Then I'll put you in your place like assigned seats

I'm Colonel Sanders to you chickens

I'm KFC: killing fucking competition

The critics all are crickets, everybody hear 'em

But they don't make a fucking peep when you getting near 'em

Hungry dude with my hand in the cookie jar

Toast to Tommy, Mike Stud rookie card

[Hook] x2