I know what you're feeling, what you really want
I can probably show you what you really want
On the boulevard, got you in the drop top
Sneak out with the keys, we can use the car
Yeah I heard you call the shots, but I got the shot clock
I've been getting money and it's all my fault
Welcome to the jungle, pictures on my wall
Lotta guns, a lotta ammo sittin' on my wall
I been in workin' on my way, takin no time off
Okay, I'm in it for the fame
I don't know about y'all
I've been working on my way, taking no time off
And I stay entertained
I don't know about y'all
This whole track gon' turn to flames, call the fire department
Brand new vinyl records, right inside the Target
I'll give you 21 Grammys like you had to bartend
I just got three wishes with the flying carpet
First is the Bentley , leave the top coming off
Bout a trillion in the bank account
I'm not showing off
And the third, we could mix up the shots inthe mall
My inertia, it picks up, but I'm not sick at all
Pick it up, like a pick-and-roll
You can have it all
Life is fast, then it moves so slow
And you can lose it all, you should know
Keep on standing tall
Remember who you are
AP froze
Beat the status quo, know the status chose
Go for broke, now we four for four
You know how we go
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