I just got off facetime with my whole damn family

They told me stay in college I just want a Grammy

President Stanley probably want to ban meMonica Lewinsky bitch I need a handy

Brandish knives and shit take medicine like candy

My old man sold trailer homes to trailer parks shoutout randy

My uncle randy lost his wife rip my auntie

She probably watching down on me pour out this brandy

Always have a mask on my face vigilante

Chopper gets to thumping make it seem like you gave birth to Bambi

Feet so sandy cause I′m stomping on you fucking scampi

Do you fucking understand me, do you have weed you can hand me

I'm so fucking good I′m fine and dandy going off on tangents

All the shit up in my head is all some shit you couldn't manage

Management told me that they could probably do a cash advance

And then I told my camera man that we should blow it all in France

Counting money, do my fucking dance

Girl I ain't your mans

Actin outta pocket trying to take my picture for the gram

Only gram I′m tripping bout I used to smoke out of a can

Now I′m smoking all you fuck boys out the window of a lamb

Ya'll some pussy motherfuckers and you know just who I am

And you′re probably fucking praying that my chamber jams

Only fans of mine I'm fucking with are money fans

Yeah my fucking pants so fucking filled with Thomas Jeffersons

Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me

Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me

Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me

Get this bitch up off, feel like wheezy I smoke till I′m coughing

As of lately I've hearing been hearing crazy shit about me

Ever since before 2002 it hasn′t been the same without me

It was in that year on Halloween when people started doubting

That I'd ever be shit that'd I′d make it out of mobile housing

Yeah you heard the crucible you know that I′m immobilizing

But this time around it's all these bitches that I′m pulverizing

Ya'll been trying to take my bars I think that you should call Verizon

I′ve been rapping in the fucking basement with the homie Hizen

Me and my producer we was out in Lansing with Mike Tyson

Yeah my name is Xo trey and don't you fucking put a hyphen

See you later J′s up on my feet at Sada Baby's concert

All the people in the clique swear on their life that they for lifers

Yeah need a four loco and a life savor

Got the bitch up on my hip just like a light saber

Stacking up my fucking bricks just like a skyscraper

You don't want to get between me and all my paper

Swear this little bitch would do anything for a Mr. Vapor

Mr. let her suck my dick and also Mr. fuck her later

I′m Mr. motherfucker Mr. moneymaker

I′m Mr. make your bitches day by how I break her

Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me

Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me

Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me

Get this bitch up off, feel like wheezy I smoke till I'm coughing

Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me

Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me

Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me

Get this bitch up off, feel like wheezy I smoke till I′m coughing

Expensive bags holding all my inexpensive thangs

Just the other day I visited my homie at his grave

Grandma's place wasn′t too far out the way

Namaste yeah y'all could catch this fade watch blood run down your face

I know that one day I′ll be too fucked up start rapping then fall off the runway

Got the homies on the album feels like Asap Rocky's one train

I could spend twenty bands today make twice that shit back by Sunday

I could be in rehab and still tell myself let's get this money

It′s never sunny where I′m from down under dummy

As a druggie wish I had a buddy somebody to love me

Wouldn't that be funny

What do you want from me

I′m not lucky I'm not nothing

But one day I know I′ll fucking be somebody