Good mornin' This that alarm clock song I made it for you to wake up to Ah!
You know I came to rip the scene apart My whole life is a piece of art (Oh) And this is just a brush stroke (Oh) I made it in the biz they said was cutthroat (Oh) I'm gettin' where I wanna be but honestly I can't even tell if that's really where I wanna be I'm not a commodity, I am on an Odyssey Used to be a wannabe Now I'm what I wanted to be, woah I'm an underdog, dog, I'm Ralph Naderin' Followin' my intuition now and that's a major win I'm Taylor Swift mixed with Ruth Bader Gins' Liberation is the flavor that I'm savorin', it's mm Fake breast and make-up they don't turn me on Life is a game and yes the journey's long Growing my beard was just like me puttin' my jersey on Coach K saw the light in me early on
(Oh, you don't believe?) (Mike Posner, boy, is he talented I mean he's so talented) (What up, Nolan?) (John, go get 'em, woah!)
We 'bout to take it to a new level Even when I'm sad I give 'em hell, I'ma Blue Devil Her boyfriend wrote a book, I was unimpressed I don't care about her man if it wasn't Hesse (Oh) I might do Everest, you never know (Oh) It changes like a metronome (Oh) I never read the "Untethered Soul" (Oh) I already got an untethered soul (Oh) I wasted years tryna become better known (Oh) Right when I gave that up is when I became better known (Oh) Oh, this is that Michigan December flow I got two lifetimes worth of ideas in my Evernote (Oh) Bozo, Fender Rhodes (Oh) Complimented outwardly now from my inner glow (Oh) And since I've seen I changed my look to see who really loves me I'm Prince Akeem
See when I was comin' up I was always one of them niggas who did what the fuck I want Smokin' weed on TV wasn't even cool Now that shit legal So back then From causing trouble To right now I'm a motherfuckin' businessman
Uh, too rich to ever fit in You wait the front, I get in You talk too much, I listen You blind, I got the vision The day I worked for myself, that was the best decision You living' check to check I check to see what checks I'm gettin' You get no respect until respect is given I live with no regret, you regret where you livin' Still got the yellow car, we in the house chillin' You think the air is on, I'm heir to the throne So many diamonds people stare when I put 'em on But they don't walk up, my pockets thick like Ms. Parker And I got the Benz parked, sparkin' up And I got a '64 that's hard as fuck But don't get in over your head Supposed to be stackin' Instead of spendin' most of your bread Don't get in over your head Supposed to be stackin' Instead of spendin' most of your bread