So I finally graduated but, I’m sad to say it,
I ain’t learn a fucking thing except the game and how to play it

Too uptight, they won’t open up,
She got her arms folded, even on the phone,
I’m like, what the fuck is she here for?

This bitch done bought me a Rolex and I still ain’t got no time for her

Knowing I s’pose to style, I’m the fly boy poster child, ‘bout to be on Oprah now

Plus yo, my bitch make your bitch look like Precious

Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s playa shit

OVO that’s major shit, Toronto with me that’s mayor shit

We hangin’ out the window it’s bout to be a Suge Knight.

Chanel, damn.

Mista Rogers

Primetime, basking in the lime,
Cassius in his prime, coloring out of the line

“When you coming home?” That’s a text from my wife.
I told her, run a bubble bath,
And float in that motherfucker like a hovercraft,
And soak in that motherfucker til I call you back,
I mean who says shit like that, and doesn’t laugh…