'Fore we was anything, 'fore you see us we was electric, well that was Prius Before we dreamt it here, it's nothing to dream of 'Cause let's be honest, you didn't ever think that could be us Now watch me shaking hands on the carpet in Sliding right like you seeing me on thin air I'm wild for the night, got no plans on getting You were Instagraming you and now Instagraming me
See me up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (I'm the same motherfucker) And if you're talking to the crew, know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us) Did it on our own, they telling us no But now they open up the doors we go And now we walk up in the and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers)
I a pop song, I rap a rock song I sing a-club-banging, song I'm show time, I it poppin' like some popcorn Now watch me getting money like a dot com This just how you When you see me in city It's like everywhere I go, everybody wit me Yes I'm on top of my game, they all my name But I you if you know me then you know I never change
See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker up) And if you're talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't wit us) Did it on our own, kept telling us no But now they up the doors wherever we go And now we up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers what up?)
It's like I'm still a kid in the of the Ford Taurus, yes, Waving at some drivers while they their favorite choruses Now fast forward, my song flashes the dashboard Is the life I asked for? Well fuck it man of course it is I just a mic and a stage I could play on life's my playground, I'm Harold with a crayon Now how the drought so cold, no No size on greatness, Dinklage Only getting better bruh, dominate like But if you don't my lyrics send a letter to the editor His is 'Fuck You', street name is 'Deal Wit It' Make sure you tramp stamp it so I I still get it Am I a sellout? every show I sell out I around with fans 'til they tell me to get the hell out finger to the haters, tell em shut up So if you feel let me hear you say what up!
See me up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up) And if talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us) Did it on our own, they telling us no But now open up the doors wherever we go And now we up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)