(Verse One)

It was all a dream…I still ain't woke up

What a lovely inception

Sunshine with a drink in my cup

At the top looking up, never living for the second

Girl texting, he hating…

I call that motivation

I'm an all-star waiting for the play, in a small car

Tryna get away, can I get away?

But soon as I do that, I'ma wanna get a way back

I need you

And this fast life, what we did last night life

I would give it all back just to see you

But for now, you can catch me on the strip taking shots of whatever I got

Or maybe in the hotel, motel, wherever I go tell them hoes I'ma have 'em on lock

At my spot…it's so hot, girl where'd you get that snow from…

With her eyes closed, doing nose plugs

Baby hold up…she said so what?

What's life if the world don't know us?

Being famous, that's what you want ain't it?

Entertainin', Young Reign'n

So I'ma have my fun till I make it

Lifestyles of the broke and nameless

(Chorus)

I don't really know what y'all take me for…take me for

I don't really know where I am no more

What the people say, the people do

Cause ain't nothing changed but me and you

So I take my flight, and take my world

Spend one night with my favorite girl

I know…I know…And it ain't no telling where I'll go

Come find me...they don't really know where to find me at

They just wanna know where my mind be at

And why I ain't rapping bout where my nine be at

Or my dime be at, so rewind be back

And take one last look at the tale I told

They all gon' know how well I flowed

And scream my name everywhere I go

(Verse Two)

Uh, yeah, and when the clock stops, uh

And they calling you a hot shot

But I'm already chillin at the top spot

And you thinkin' it'd be better if I got shot

Like they got Pac, and they got Big

Gotcha barrel all over where my chest is

But I'm not the nigga you expected

Shit, I'm not the nigga on the guest list

I'm the nerd who was sitting all alone in his house

Writing my verses, throwing 'em out

Scratching out curses, mom might hear it

Find fresh clothes in the mall on clearance

Bring 'em back home, try that bitch on

Now I got more dressing than a salad crouton

Mom still at the table though clipping coupons

So I ain't finna stop till we all move on

Give it all you want, till all my dogs

Is in a drop top boutta get our roof off

Like dogs, roof…and all my problems gone, poof

And then maybe I'll call you, JK babay

I was already fly when you came my way

Look up in the sky, bet I stay that way

(Chorus/Outro)