text: Shout out all my brothers
  All eyes on me 
  Yah
  Boy, Im so hot that a nigga gotta lay low
  Shawty giving head till her brain gone
  Since I got the fame, boy my life aint been the same
  Now Im Hollywood, niggas saying that I changed
  The only thing new, I got a few gold chains
  I been rocking gold hoops before Trinidad James
  Come fuck with the greatest
  Industry status, I know that you hate it
  I know that you hate it, I know you been waiting
  All eyes on me, all eyes on me
  Whore you know its me, a young nigga from the C
  Whore from the burbs, but my niggas from the streets
  Ive been thinking money, thats the only thing I see
  Its a club full of hoes and you niggas wanna beef
  Every nigga quick to say his boy got the piece
  And every nigga is quick to say Im gully out the heat
  I aint worried muthafucka
  I got my feet up gettin ready for the summer
  I could bet a million that youre boy about to come up
  Dont be mad at the world cause your records aint buzzin
  Dont be mad at the system cause you niggas aint stuntin
  Dont be mad at your boy cause you aint worth nothing
  Cause you aint worth nothing
  This song got a muthafuckin feeling like Pac though
   picture me rollin
  Duck the police in a pothole 
  Wh-whipping this shit stolen
  Passenger seat is El Gato 
  Beat it till its swollen
  Then I paint her face like Picasso 
  Pronto, you aint en known it, like Rocko
  Welcome to the Midwest
  Fill the fridge up with them government checks
  Dark liquor is a must when you one of us
  And we got the bud for the blunts, go and ingest
  Funny that my father wanted me to be a scholar
  Instead I grew up like him and became an alcoholic
  A couple of dollars, get some gin and tonic, and a couple condoms
  Give a bitch head trauma, not she hooked on phonics
  Ye aint never seen a muthafucka 
  Cleveland boy get up on the big screen
  With the same team that he used to ride the bus with
  Now they got a tour bus, shit
  Ye aint never seen a muthafucka 
  Go from flippin burgers at the Fuddruckers
  Hit up private jets with the Jimmy Iovines
  Then flying Coach, back to the drug runners
  100
  I might sell my soul for a new Bugatti
  Shit, Im just young and reckless
  I see why half of you rappers stressin
  Im here now nigga, you can get to steppin
  All these hoes nowadays seem to act so desperate
  I give her what she want, then Im on to the next chick
  She dont say nothing cause she know Im the next it
  Your times up girl, thats it, girl hit the exit
  You should be faithful that you in my presence
  Oh, you needing Jesus I dont need your blessings
  Like learn your lessons, dont with king
  I mean like, we know who jealous, so fuck with me
  This that give-and-go, that pick-and-roll
  This that cock back and let it go
  This that bang, bang, that bang fosho
  My niggas bang fosho, this aint for show