text: Almost, to the top
  Almost famous, shit yall know
  Hesitation, don’t get none
  Still I’ll go to the basement, put Vice City in the PlayStation
  Get away from stress, keep Js rotatin
  Dab rings and a bad bitch naked, I just wanna live
  See that’s what the fuck I’m talkin about right there
  Yeah yeah, I just wanna live
  Let me smoke my weed in public, eat this In-N-Out burger
  Can I, live? Sleep in til mothafuckin noon and fuck my bitch
  You know what I’m saying?
  That’s my perfect world right there
  Back to it
  What if I don’t wanna work?
  For a boss I don’t get along with
  Name tag on a shirt
  I’d rather be at home doing bong rips
  But I’m just being real
  A lil irresponsible but I don’t really give a fuck how you feel
  Cause this ain’t your life
  This is all my shit, my shit
  Don’t worry about where I’m at, who I’m wit
  Commenting on the words that come from my lips
  Bitch, please excuse my wrist
  While I whip, whip, whip, whip
  The car they said I couldn’t get
  With the all black leather on, looking like the Matrix
  I am the one light 2 joints, 35 millimeter life viewpoint
  Everything is like a movie nowadays
  Speaking of I did a movie the other day, ay!
  I just, I just, I just wanna know am I being modest?
  Asking 50k a show, or do I need mo’?
  For all of the years it was slow
  For every show where no one would’ve showed
  For driving 12 hours to perform in the cold
  Getting to the do’ and being told no
  Bitch I want all that back times ten
  Say it again, bitch I want all that back times ten
  Bitch, I want all that back times ten
  One more ‘gain, bitch I want all that back times ten
  So, pay up!