Okay, hello it's the Martian, Space Jam Jordans I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess then I guess I'm just New Orleans And I will never stop like I'm runnin' from the cops Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur "to the top" Life is such a fucking roller coaster then it drops But what should I scream for? This is my theme park My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear that thing talk Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention Lil Wayne, that's what they gotta say or mention I'm like Nevada in the middle of the summer I'm resting in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover Shhh, my foot's sleeping on the gas No brake pads, no such thing as last, uh