[Verse 1] My city on my back, for you I gotta kill it The heads gon nod, now I know you feel it My fan base like, Seedy you the realest They gon feel my presence when the gifted in the building Im set to pull a million, shark to a minnow World gon sleep on my tracks like a pillow Girls gon dig on my tracks, armadillo Balling with my trees, thats word to Weeping Willows I know I gotta grind, just to make a mark Chicks like to major in the breaking of hearts My crib still popping with a hundred shawties I be on the Billboard, but Im never boring Ayo Real Life, where the party tonight I got my cup filled with Bacardi and Sprite I got a couple, hoes already in sight Cause if you dont get left out, then you partying right Pissing on the reps of the rich and cool Cmon son! you get out with that bull Your raps are like shit, they like a barstool Ten tens in my whip, its like a carpool [Hook] Yeah, tell me how you feel Yeah, tell me that its real Put your hands in the air Put your hands in the air Roll all the windows down And turn the music real loud Im in trouble with the law Cause confidence weighs like 120 pounds Yeah, tell me how you feel Tell me that its real Yeah, nod your head with the beat Yeah, nod your head with the beat [Verse 2] When I wanna spit, hardly no one with me We gon hit up senior week, down in Ocean City People wanna find me, unlucky if you miss me I get head or I get tail, call it fifty fifty Coining all these phrases, killing all these stages Stock in different places, Ive seen a million faces I do this and I do that, I finally entered rap Cause Im cocky and Im young, what you know about that Reckless every evening, whatre you believing in Everybody here drinking National Bohemian We be living big with ten dollars in our bankroll World ending at our parties, call me Mr. Franco They make funny faces, I dont care at all Yeah Im in the pink man, word to Aaron Paul I guess Im in a lane, a lane like Benes I dont hear the racket, Im never playing tennis Ok. so my team isnt expendable Everything we do, yeah everything intentional Word to OCD cause we walking through The Vestibule Pack the car, hit the road, to a music festival
nod, yeah, ten, fifty, benes