Verse 1:
I'm too young to be feeling this old
Forget it imma flow

Forget it imma live it 'till I motha$#&@en go
Y'all know imma get it, dawg I'm going for the gold
Making song after song 'till these motha$#&@as know

I said baby what it is
Come hit up the crib
Maybe bring a friend, I can show you how I live

Let your problems just fade away
Fade away, fade away...


Chorus:
This is somethin you can vibe too
Somethin you get high too

Somethin for the colleges, somethin for the high schools
Somethin' for you young motha$#&@as gettin' lied to
Somethin for you thug motha$#&@as, you can ride to

No stress
No debt
No nothin' motha$#&@a

We're blessed
I don't know what the $#&@ I'm tryna do now
All I know is I ain't followin your rules now


Verse 2:
I said, $#&@ it 'cause I know that it's gon change soon

Working too hard, dawg my motha$#&@en' fame's due
The world is tryna change you
The trick is to remain you

Put on a show for the fans, I'm just tryna pay dues
But I ain't finna pay dudes
Bruh they finna pay me

Labels tryna play me, I been independent since I was a little baby
So ain't nobody ever gonna phase me
Dawg imma remain me

So $#&@ you if you hate me... yeah.

Chorus:

This is somethin you can vibe too
Somethin you get high too
Somethin for the colleges, somethin for the high schools

Somethin' for you young motha$#&@as gettin' lied too
Somethin for you thug motha$#&@as, you can ride to
No stress

No debt
No nothin' motha$#&@a
We're blessed

I don't know what the $#&@ I'm tryna do now
All I know is I ain't followin your rules now


- Hipster Chick Lyrics

Verse 1:

Cute girl with the brown hair
I could tell that you ain't from around here, why?
'Cause baby this town's rare

Can't walk around with that frown here, it ain't times square
But I'm here
And I can show you around if you want

I can show you the town if you want
So baby is you down or you not, huh?
She from Pittsburg

Real thick, hipster
Real chick, it's her
She just moved out here with her sister

And her brother back at home
So I ain't gotta deal with that guy
She's mad fly, and I'm mad fly

So people just stare when we pass by, like...

Chorus:

Who is that, who is that?
What you finna do with that?
Real thick, hipster

Real chick, it's her
Who is that, who is that?
What you finna do with that?
Cute girl with the brown hair
I could tell that you ain't from around here 'cause...