How the fuck am I supposed to rock the show sober?

I need a drink tell a bitch to bring it over

I'm so gone boy, now I'm talking nonsense

You ain't bout money man, that's nonsense

No coins I need a dime please

I need a Williams and a Reeder, who do I see?

This is Mrs. Marry Jane, she really chill yo!

You may have seen her in ya favorite rappers video

She's really up there, you know first class

If you've ever get a shot you probably wanna work that

Is she a bad chick? College life, drinking Con

Above average, Vuitton - Luboton -

She needs a good Header, better yet good head

Someone like now, without using the tool shed

I'm Tryna Screw You, And Your Friends Too

That's what the labels say, and then they sign you

Before they find you, they tryna guide you

Like this is mainstream nigga fuck the soul whom tied you

Ok then Rock! Here you go!

Mainstream till your video stereo

So typical, how you even like that?

Lookin back now, why you even write that...

Why you even write that...

I put my chalice in the air like a viking!

Heart so cold that my chest started icing

When I get the ice in the cards, will you like me?

I talk about the cries and my boys wanna fight me

Just because your hungry man that don't mean you can bite me

Make your own lane man do not try to Might me

Cause everybody's Jordan nobody's ever Michael

If anybody's scoring and no body's an idol

And we don't need the points motherfucker just the ring

Drink a little more Gin for that tied extinct

'Fore I write another verse I think about my message

Think about my life and how I should address it

How tha fuck am I supposed to be a real Kid

When they never even give a hell what real really is

I could never change me to see me blow

Can't be real if I ain't fake that's Pinocchio

If it ain't about the money then it's the cars

If it ain't about the Whips then it's prolly' for the broads

Well I wanna make a toast to the Beast

For selling his Soul to Me

If it ain't about the money then it's the cars

If it ain't about the Whips then it's prolly' for the broads

Well I wanna make a toast to the Beast

For selling his Soul to Me

When the moon Shine, wolfs cry I don't ever sleep man

They be keeping me up, early to the A.M

Rep for the Lions, food for the youngsters

I write a verse feed it to from a far to these Monsters

I don't never get close, maybe I should change that

My Dark side is killin them they wish we never came back

Dark is so evil that's cause you don't even know me

To me they so Heavenly, to you they so phony

Club won't even play me, they say I'm not a Famie

Famous for the Rich I just don't think people change me

But you just got of stage, wha?

Baby can you really blame me?

It's Bitter Sweet success and this clime is so tangy

Suppose that I could taste it, strong enough to face it

If Jordan never four-fived he probably be amazing

Legends never leave they just start aging

And money never stays, it just starts changing