Ain't no question who about to kill 'em I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came And went hard, all fall like the ball teams Just so I can make it rain all spring Y'all seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you can call it statutory When a nigga blow up they gonna build statues for me Old money, Benjamin Button \"What?\" nothin' Now super bad chicks giving me McLovin You would think I ran the world like Michelle's husband You would think these niggas know me when they really doesn't Like they was down with the old me No you fucking wasn't Um, you're such a fucking loser He ain't even go to class, Bueller Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my Granny back Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack? Chasing the stardom will turn you to a maniac All the way in Hollywood and I can't even act They pull the cameras out and goddamn, he snap I used to want this thing forever, y'all can have it back