Bitches suck my dick like a go-go squeeze
Pull up to the gig check the logo screen
They be talkin shit but I don't hear no pleas
Hanging in the back of the cafe
My mind race
Tryna make sense of this wild place
Got high rates
In my fucking bank, gold statues got me feeling dazed
Bitch I own a super car don't even have my liscense
Gold on my ear they wanna snatch it Mike Tyson
90 on the freeway give a fuck about a siren
Bitch I'm higher than my city's Corona stats
Open the bag, loaded up the bowl
Then I'm blowing gas, no going back
Tokyo drift in the whip I mean I'm blowing gas
(Tokyo drift in the whip I mean I'm blowing gas)
Loud pack got me tripping out like Moonside
Top back cruising in a lambo that's the new ride
Loud pack got me tripping out like Moonside
Top back cruising in a lambo that's the new ride
Take a step outside
Clocks melting ticking running out of time
Pictures in my head with no will to rhyme
Motivation low but slowly coming back I shine
Nobody notice me
Gold teeth just to get by
I cannot focus on the goals I set, jumping the line
I can't afford to pay attention
Broke with no dime
Cut the lights like the department store
Sitting back on the apartment floor
Constantly asking myself what am I in this for
Is it money or fame or the chain swinging around me
Rolling up in a whip who do I have to please
Shatter the tokens snap back to reality
Hey
Loud pack got me tripping out like Moonside
Top back cruising in a lambo that's the new ride
Loud pack got me tripping out like Moonside
Top back cruising in a lambo that's the new ride
