Hey guys let's get lifted
It's hard to get higher than the penthouse
I take her home, let her take a nap
But it's the morning time so she been out
Baby what's your omlette game like?
Hit it out the park so she probably came twice, tulo
Cocky but trying to remain nice, you know
That when someone's alright I give kudos

Lately I've been depressed with the state of the game
So when stating my name
I proceed with that's that nigga who's next
That presidential's got me feeling like obama
All goes, she calling me daddy, absent father
I would get her name, by why even bother?
She knows who I am, so this is in her honor

Ask me what I regret, I exhale and tell you 'nada'
She search my name on google, got my number so she holler
Dappin' iman at the knicks game
Snipe rappers then I switch lanes
Fourth quarter and it's a big game, I'm isolating homie
Cause they know me, cause they know me yeah
Venue all packed, hands in the air

Heads bop cause they bumping my shit
And we about to go off like sirens
I'm like a ball player who is in his prime
With these rhymes, they claim that their flow is sublime
But this is what I got, and in the meantime
I'm going off

Caesar salads, bluewater grill
I'm too real still
Got on this groupie shit, I think I could get used to it
I'm dumb enough to do this shit
No other girl could stand a nigga and his foolishness
Skizzy and his new assist
G's on the jewelry
Excess goonery
Hit the club with my niggas, straight tomfoolery

They ask me, "is this cool with you?"
I told them, "this is cool with me"
Got some money so I'm stunting to a new degree
Y-3 stars spending y3 money
Roll that cree up for me
Now thats y3 homie

It's full time so we killing everything we touch
Fly boys so we getting every girl we lust
I'm on the cusp of greatness
It's going to take some time, some work, and a lot of luck
And some love cause I don't get enough
And if it's not money, we not giving a fuck

Cause they know me, cause they know me yeah
Venue all packed, hands in the air
Heads bop cause they bumping my shit
And we about to go off like sirens
I'm like a ball player who is in his prime
With these rhymes, they claim that their flow is sublime
But this is what I got, and in the meantime
I'm going off

1-3-5 This is how my prime feels
Will I live up to the hype? Only time tells
Nouveaux riche until I die that's what I'm screaming out
These are the simple things I think about
Growth spurt, you could never overlook the kid
Had some other plans, chose this instead
Bottle service when I roll through
Coming swinging like the fucking count is 0-2

Cause they know me, cause they know me yeah
Venue all packed, hands in the air
Heads bop cause they bumping my shit
And we about to go off like sirens
I'm like a ball player who is in his prime
With these rhymes, they claim that their flow is sublime
But this is what I got, and in the meantime
I'm going off