Hit the scene with McQueens bright, jeans light
Stacking all this money it don't seem right
Making sure the team right
Assassinate my character they got me on the beam light
Spit the shit that give a fiend life, fiend like
I'm addicted to fly clothes and Nike airs
Always gotta step in the nice pair
A nigga hit the scene, I be feeling them side stares
King of the East, I just sit in my high chair
I came for the feast
Who the fuck tryna aim at the beast
Deathnote, I just need a nigga name he deceased
Ya world crashing, pedal mashing
Dreaming of a gated mansion, more expansion
More fashion dripping out the arena
Bad chick on my hip ready to flip, you should've seen her
Uhh
So fly I need a parachute for safety
Lately I been talking by shit, they gon hate me
