Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah To say it's complicated understatement of the year But maybe conflict made it the new flava in ya ear They know that I'm a problem, that's why everybody's scared Whatever doesn't kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire Uh, so turn the headphones up, Or make the windows roll up, I make they hands go up, When I show up, and I blow up, tilll I'm full up, Wait hold up Girl up in the mirror The only one I fear, uh You say you the realest, I told you I'm the illest, sick Sick, mm hungry, Still hungry