Smoking trees as I contemplate my deepest fears Like "What if I fail and fall short from my dreams?" "What if all this money comes between me and my team?" Tryna do me like Saddam and tear apart my regime I got no time for that Money never sleeps so I'm insomniac Used to wanna be where the party at But then my mom called me, and that shit reminded me that I gotta do whats never been done and put the city on the map So I do this for my bros And the homies back home We was baggin different hoes Wearin the same old clothes Bitch all we had was game Now we bout have the fame Thats a recipe for disaster Cuz we ain't fuckin playin Boarding all these flights though Flyin like I'm Michael Feelin like I'm Pablo Fuckin up these white girls Oh my god hes psycho Oh my god hes gorgeous Lookin at my ex like Oh my god you're hopeless So fuck you and your best friend I fucked you and your best friend And fuck your ex too, he the type to be the best man On your wedding day So while you drown in sorrow watch me levitate Like I'm Superman, but I never save a hoe I know one thing though, bitches they come they go Saturday through Sunday Well you know how that shit go You know that shit go They cant fuck with the flow Young K.O.N. got KO kush if you wanna smoke Yeah 1 am Cyprus, I be on my pimp shit Higher than a pilot flying a kite on Mount Olympus The way my life has been you woulda thought that I was Christain Cuz I'm so fucking gifted, and everyday is Christmas Before the mistletoes I used to be where the missiles go On the East Side of the city, where the police never go Concrete jungle where the roses never grow And love is hopeless so I got no roses for these hoes I got no roses for these hoes Ball like Derozan on these hoes