i got my team wit me everywhere, there’s no need to ask

i thank god for the blessings that will follow from my last

niggas hat-in, i recycle while they talking trash,

but in the end they just sit while I’m flashing my cash.

bottles popping while we listen to greatest hits,

theses are the moments that i look forward to remanis

show me the hands for how well i rock this shit,

feels imaginary while me and my team pose for pics.

unbalanced talent making other rappers smile,

pack a higher pile, racking up frequent flier miles.

lames in my palace getting tossed like salad,

bitches paying for the hating, but my credit cards invalid.

see, i ain’t for none of that, i just rock my last.

eating all the good food, man for life I’m first class.

big Sean johns, tuxedo add ons.

feel like charlie I’m winning, call me Uccon

i look down from my pedestal, i just see you all.

man i never felt this feeling, but i dont think ill ever fall.

i remember climbing from the slums wishing shit was easy,

but now i dont give a fuck, cus my name bigger than weezys.

i could, i could take you anywhere you wanna,

call my name and by tomorrow we can chill in the Bahamas.

i swear, i swear I’m only doing it for me,

bitches aren’t the reason i got big and off these streets.

my last few times around gonna be the best,

getting shit up off my chest, smile bigger than the rest.

i ain’t tripping, I’m just takin it all in til I’m gone.

but for its iphones, Gucci, thongs and glass bongs.

and homies from the block, i could take em on a tour,

i could get em in a suite, cus we ain’t gotta pay for it.

one last night where we have a good time.

wake up in the morning to naked girls and sunshine.