(Verse One)
It was all a dream…I still ain't woke up
What a lovely inception
Sunshine with a drink in my cup
At the top looking up, never living for the second
Girl texting, he hating…
I call that motivation
I'm an all-star waiting for the play, in a small car
Tryna get away, can I get away?
But soon as I do that, I'ma wanna get a way back
I need you
And this fast life, what we did last night life
I would give it all back just to see you
But for now, you can catch me on the strip taking shots of whatever I got
Or maybe in the hotel, motel, wherever I go tell them hoes I'ma have 'em on lock
At my spot…it's so hot, girl where'd you get that snow from…
With her eyes closed, doing nose plugs
Baby hold up…she said so what?
What's life if the world don't know us?
Being famous, that's what you want ain't it?
Entertainin', Young Reign'n
So I'ma have my fun till I make it
Lifestyles of the broke and nameless

(Chorus)
I don't really know what y'all take me for…take me for
I don't really know where I am no more
What the people say, the people do
Cause ain't nothing changed but me and you
So I take my flight, and take my world
Spend one night with my favorite girl
I know…I know…And it ain't no telling where I'll go
Come find me...they don't really know where to find me at
They just wanna know where my mind be at
And why I ain't rapping bout where my nine be at
Or my dime be at, so rewind be back
And take one last look at the tale I told
They all gon' know how well I flowed
And scream my name everywhere I go

(Verse Two)
Uh, yeah, and when the clock stops, uh
And they calling you a hot shot
But I'm already chillin at the top spot
And you thinkin' it'd be better if I got shot
Like they got Pac, and they got Big
Gotcha barrel all over where my chest is
But I'm not the nigga you expected
Shit, I'm not the nigga on the guest list
I'm the nerd who was sitting all alone in his house
Writing my verses, throwing 'em out
Scratching out curses, mom might hear it
Find fresh clothes in the mall on clearance
Bring 'em back home, try that bitch on
Now I got more dressing than a salad crouton
Mom still at the table though clipping coupons
So I ain't finna stop till we all move on
Give it all you want, till all my dogs
Is in a drop top boutta get our roof off
Like dogs, roof…and all my problems gone, poof
And then maybe I'll call you, JK babay
I was already fly when you came my way
Look up in the sky, bet I stay that way

(Chorus/Outro)