So thick you're off, shining like the stars With your head in the clouds, somebody shoot you down Hands on the ground, back against the wall Tell me who you call, with no one else around Cause the lights give me action, lights, lights give me action The future will be televised, haters getting genocided 23 and 43, I'm talking my more jealous side My niggas is hella fly, you over-accessorized Dead or live, it's in my repertoire, forever ever high I never lie, never tell a lie, I will testify Set aside dreams, I'm a king, ask Coretta Scott Cute face, fat ass, and a nice set of thighs Beyond the weave, I need a umbrella, ella, ella, I Everybody knows me, ***, still ain't got no cash Bitch, get that flash, quit post my bad habits *** you and your Instagram, matchagram Man though, royal blue foes, get a head in the red Lambo Media take me out, TMZ all in the VIP Bitch, I'm hard in my loop, concrete, too much boss if you ask me Almost *** Fane, but she came with money I got two bad bitches, haters wanna take em from me It was a light skin reaction Trying to get on in this industry Acting like you broke, they breaking down Cocaine with a EBT These male groupies doing it however whatever they seeing on the box Everybody spit, everybody hide, everybody's an artist S-O-L-O-S-T, niggas talking dollars, getting changed In a minute, I'ma lose my goose, free will one year before 98 Like, *** coach, I'm cut though, so what goes? Do you have for the year they say might be the end? Better look within We glisten to glamours, we pose for the cameras Ghetto niggas with me, they pose with the hammers Ghetto girls with me, pink toes in the sandals No dirty laundry, get your nose out my hand, boy Clothes in my hand, boy, that bathing ain't camouflage Friends from Japan, you would think I was the samurai Drop rocks, drumming Scott fans, bitches hammer time I'm getting dirty money, but I keep my hands sanitized Like, life is what you need, won't you take a seat? Feel the breeze, smoke that sour D's, hit that *** in fleas, act at ease, what you want to be? Like the Black Eyed Peas, all these thieves, S-T-A-R-S Hollywood, won't you rest in peace? So thick you're off, shining like a star With your head in the clouds, did somebody shoot you down? Hands on the ground, back against the wall Tell me who you call when no one else is around