[Verse One: Hodgy Beats]
I said ^!$$%s be takin' life too serious
I swear I take lives ? uh, period

Mellowhype, things are dependent-free mind-pyramids
Breaking walls down, never a Black Hawk Down, oh
They put a label on me but I see they're all clowns

That's why I talk English and think fast
Feel my words through the ink's last letter
Which'll never turn his back, back catcher, I grab

Extra magazines I'm in, to remind me of the places I've been
Returning to visit again, me and my $#&@in' friends
Before I hit the stage I clench my microphone until my fist hurt

Before I eat sushi, I'd rather get to know the fish first
For all the cats behind my time, that rhyme ? that %#@!'s worth
Everything in my mental state now I'm secure, mental ways

Dental place in my jaw for spitting raw just because
I like to floss my talent


[Hook:Frank Ocean]
Think I'm-a wear the yellow tux at the Grammy's
And rock out with my @@#! out?

Like ?who this kid think he is??
It's just something I've seen Prince do
It's true?

No matter what, I'm showing up
Who gives a flying floating $#&@
What people say, or think?

Cause end of the day, start of the day they all said we wouldn't get here anyway
You blink, and Wolf Gang's in this (*##$?


[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
When I was a kid I wanted to be just like you
(When I grew up, when I, when I, grew up)

Write my own rhymes, recite 'em a couple times
Hoping one day it blew up so me and my ^!$$%s could shine
I got 3 quarters and about 10 dimes

You can split them 10's up cause both these ?corners? are mine
Let's $#&@in' celebrate, Wold Gang confederate
We made it, we made it, we made it and you hatin'

Cause we made it and we made it
And that is not an understatement (oh!)
I put that on the people that I stay with

Live day to day with, tour bus is the slave ship
^!$$%s worked the grave shift, record clean up and play disc
We must be misbehaving

But the fans love it, they get the subject
^!$$%s claim be rappers but don't fulfil the substance
$#&@in rubbish, I'll dust quick

Nothing to $#&@ with, I've got my hands on my balls, like my nuts itch

[Hook]


[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I remember I first played tricks on my web %#@!

And he fronted on it like.. nah that %#@! will never work
Ha ha ha, like what?



Family: these 2 wrist mine
I had to make them gold

You gotta let me shine?
If you're a friend of mine
Ask any friend of mine

I'll never block your glow, won't curb your high
We be, in a place they never been
Hella Benz, for the hell of it

In Paris Paris Paris
White wings on desert sand
Flyin' over the Taliban? Probably

We be in a place they never been
Hella Benz, for the hell of it
In Paris Paris Paris

White wings on desert sand
Flyin' over the Taliban? Probably