Alarm clock with no snooze on, I′ma star tryna get my groove on
Don't call cops when I cruise on, bar hopping with two broads
Y′all hop in my new car better fall back with that rude talkTwitter rapper with a few songs that'll make a rapper get booed off
Polo shirt with no stains on, in my room I play Ray Charles
Tryna sang songs like I'm Trey Songz, blade sharper than chainsaws
Alarm clock with no snooze on, car ride with no shoes on
Narcotics abused on, still hop in that new jawn
I′m lifted, I just lifted, rollin′ round like Limp Bizkit
In the sky flyin' like a big blimp, finna die tryin′ or get rich quick
With just six cents, I had a pick-it fence, I got kicked out, now I'm in a trench
Small apartment, lost innocence, but I′m coolin' now, my heart been a fridge
Lost a lot of my team, god damn, watchin′ lots 'em OD, goddamn
Oxycontin and lean awe man but I ain't popping, I′m clean, goddamn
Paranoia in my paper, doe, Oscar de La Hoya finna break a nose
Beatin′ up the beat and I don't take a blow, and I ain′t takin blow but I'm made to blow
Supernova to a superstar in way too deep, I ain′t movin' on
Gotta prove ′em wrong, gotta make a mill before I'm late as hell, I ain't snoozin′ off
2 AM, sittin′ up on Mars, finna fuck the Earth for a booty call
Send a text through a shootin' star talking to the moon like I′m Bruno Mars
Anyway, on a side note, wakin' up feel a lil psycho
I′ll get sent away on a nice boat with a life coach and a dike ho
Professor X in that wheelchair but I'm Wolverine when I heal fast
Still mad at my lil cash but when deals happen I′ll feel glad
Alarm clock with no snooze on, I'ma star tryna get my groove on
Don't call cops when I cruise on, bar hopping with two broads
Y′all hop in my new car better fall back with that rude talk
Twitter rapper with a few songs that′ll make a rapper get booed off
Polo shirt with no stains on, in my room I play Ray Charles
Tryna sang songs like I'm Trey Songz with a blade sharper than chainsaws
Alarm clock with no snooze on, car ride with no shoes on
Narcotics abused on, still hop in that new jawn
Run it back, no mumbles, feel like a running back, no fumbles
I got a ton of that, no problem, lemme just run it back, no options
Feel like I′m living a mosh pit, fight with the Devil and we boxin'
Shit that I′m living in, regardless, I spit the venom and retarded
Waking up with with my own psycho thoughts eatin' at me like a cannibal
Know you always blow me up for a feature but our lyrics ain′t compatible
You were better off a janitor, to be honest I ain't mad atcha'
Crash landed in the rap game like take me right to yo manager
Flow change, get the mind right, just a lil taste of that limelight
I already know about the high life, made it really hard to drive right
Crashed the car at the stop light, I′m just tryn′a get my time right
