It's such a haybit, oops, I meant habit
So let's get reacquainted, became the hood favorite
And I don't practice and I don't lack shit
And bow so hard till your knees hit your forehead
With somethin' crazy on my arm
But if you play crazy, you be sleepin' with daisies
Top 5 MCs, you gotta rewind me
As for what I did, that asshole done did it
With somethin' crazy on my arm
Life of a don, lights keep glowin'
Oops, I meant have them, I'm so crazy
Life of a don, lights keep glowin'
Hey Mr. West, we're so outta here, baby
Swear I got a hundred and climbin', baby
They can't stand it, they want somethin' new
We outta here, baby
I done played the underdog my whole career
But I'm doin' pretty good as far as geniuses go
And me, I'm Mr. Weezy, baby
And my drink's still pinker than the Easter rabbit
I'm insulted, you should go here
And here's another hit, 'Barry Bonds'
We outta here, baby
And the flow just hit code red
Comin' in the club wit that fresh shit on
Top 5 MCs, you ain't gotta remind me
We outta here, baby
And here's another hit, 'Barry Bonds'
Yeah, yeah, we outta here, baby
My teeth and my eyes so bright like Shady
Ice in my teeth so refrigerated
And I ate it 'cause I'm so at it
I've been a very good sport, haven't I this year?
Life of a don, lights keep glowin'
I'm so fuckin' good like I'm sleepin' with Megan
Turn around another plane, my passport on pimpin'
I can't even explain it, I surprise myself too
And I'm still cold like Keisha's family
They said he goin' crazy and we seen this before
And you can get barried, suck my back, bitch
Wit somethin' crazy on my arm
Talked it and he lived it, spitted then he shitted
But only I could come up with some shit like this
I'm all about my Franklins, Lincolns and Regans
Comin' in the club wit that fresh shit on
We outta here, baby
Wha, wha, we outta here, baby
We outta here, baby
Stove on my waist, turn beef to baddies
I'm so bright like shady
I'm high up on the line, you can get behind me
I don't need to write hits, I might bounce ideas
And I'm doin' pretty hood in my pink Polo
We outta here, baby
Whenever they make them, I shall have them
Dude, fresh off the plane, konichiwa bitches
Nigga please, are you gonna say I ain't no low head?
'Cos my Dior got me more my dough head
Comin' in the club wit that fresh shit on
And I don't front and I don't go backwards
But my head's so big you can't sit behind me
