[Intro]

Chorus:

Once we on we aint fallin off, everything just aint enough.
Mama please stop waiting up cause other artist payin up.
Just to get a little fame, ya'll just want what in the game.

Till my death, remain the same, never ever gonna change. [x2]

Verse 1:

Yeah it's that $#&@in psychedelic, they generous just like Ellen.
Degenerous that's irrelevant, chillin up on the Elephant's.
Stories get to embellished, and the lies and the jealousness.

Of others who under things just to cover insecurities.
Wait, quit double take it's the person in the mirror.
Wipe the fog from off the glass and they'll understand its clearer.

Beware, our chicks are nearer than they appear in the rear view.
Haters shake my hand when I steer through.
A crowd of my peers who...

Swear that they support the movement but they just a bunch of groupies swear my life just like a movie.
But usually I never sleep much, average kid C plus.
Life style is quite wiled just to be us, uh.

And I aint say that with arrogance, I'll just control the narrative.
Or pass if it's no amateurs, round me boy I'm cancerous.
And I can't that I'm on, I'm the voice at the top of the game.

And I'll never fall cause we on.

Chorus:

Once we on we aint fallin off, everything just aint enough.
Mama please stop waiting up cause other artist payin up.
Just to get a little fame, ya'll just want what in the game.

Till my death, remain the same, never ever gonna change. [x2]

Verse 2:

Yeah people just project your insecurities on others.
Cause it's something your father or mother did when you were younger.
Hatred brings in the thunder and lightnin ya'll try to strike me.

But I still remain under the influences of nice weed.
Lacin up the chuck tees, tuck my jeans in em.
I got money in my denim pockets, that aint really fittin.

Shove that %#@! in, like I just aint got no manners.
Got no agenda no planner, ya'll people just got no standards.
With the artists that you listen to I'm oh so original.

Spiritual and dividual killin beats is a ritual.
Life is never typical critics try to get rid of you.
Girls say that they missin you, everything is so visible.

That I say and that I do my every move.
Is always copied and always watched by plenty dudes.
But it's hella people that was plottin my demise.

They can't stand to see me buzz like they swattin at the flies.

Chorus:

Once we on we aint fallin off, everything just aint enough.
Mama please stop waiting up cause other artist payin up.
Just to get a little fame, ya'll just want what in the game.

Till my death, remain the same, never ever gonna change. [x2]