text: 9:56 am
  Roll the windows down
  Let the smoke out, aye
  Wake and bake, bitch
  Aye, Im just what you made god
  I been high as fuck
  Since me and my homeboy A-Rod
  Was in Tower City, tryna catch that bus
  We out here, what you need?
  Back in Shaker, baggin tree
  Baby mama call from the college
  Said them kids wanna pay the fee
  Im up early in the morning
  Smoke in public, my trap is jumpin
  I made two hundred, that count for somethin
  I pull up get them Lil Debbie muffins
  Im out here, on my daughter
  Whiskey, weed, and water
  Just beat that misdemeanor last week
  Need new money for the lawyer
  I need new carpet at the crib
  God damn this roach is where I live
  So dope, put some groceries in the fridge
  Young man, just hope that God forgives
  Fast forward, old hoes knockin on my door
  Askin where do I be at now
  Smokin loud on my tour bus
  Famous bitch in my back lounge
  I done blew up past rap now
  And it feel good, bitch Im from the hood
  So I lived a life I that I should you, hoe
  Get the shit understood you, hoe
  Came in this shit as a kid, you know
  I aint Cudi, but thats the buddy
  We in Coach party, talkin Cobain
  Smokin hella Js, out in London
  No beef at 16, Ive known Chip since 16
  Call Ben Baller, told him we need custom
  Diamond Cleveland championship rings
  We need all of them big things
  Just cause we deserve it
  Just cause the ones who fucked me over
  All need to see if it was worth it
  Damn, old homies switched up on me
  Why am I not surprised
  Lookin at me like I need to share the piece
  When they werent even there to make the pie
  Man thats why
  Yeah, yeah
  Fake friends fuck them, right though
  Ay fuck a fake friend, get high
  And talk to god dawg mutha fucka
  Let me tell yall about my month yall
  Codeine in my blunts yall
  Like why the fuck did I smoke the shit?
  Fell asleep and never woke up from it
  But whatever, that man aint wearin my denim pants
  And these long, long nights on all this cocaine
  Aint workin man
  So, what am I to do when the game is so fake and I am true
  And my city just got the W
  And the number one spot is vacant too
  And I think my foot might fit the shoe
  And I think my glass is lookin full
  And I know my daughter so proud
  Tellin kids my daddy got a pool
  And I cant stop smilin at the crib
  I cant stop frownin out in public
  I got this paparazzi on me
  I see these rappers actin funny
  I see them stealin what I did
  I see them pimpin out the culture
  I heard the game missed the kid
  Dear hip-hop this what I wrote yall
  Just what I am
  Young kells in this muthafucka
  Young gun in this muthafucka blam, aye
  For my city though, for the game
  EST
  That is me, huh
  Hold up that is we, aye
  Double X, aye
  We the best, aye
  The Boulevard going crazy though
  Red lights muthafucka, white smoke, haha