National Archives And Records Administration

[Verse]
(Oh my fucking god bro)
I rap braggadocious but I still be fucking broke (Broke)
Cocaine colored chick, yeah, that bitch looking like snow (Snow)
They don’t fuck with me, tell me something I don’t know (Know)
Call me Midas, way I turned that lame shit into gold (Gold)
I don’t wear True Religion cause I don’t smell bad (Bad)
Got that BB, ain’t the only Simons, I got on this RAF
In Western Union like DG, they can’t believe me
My greatest hits on repeat, I need a CV
That Rick on me, it's that creeper, coveted heater
You don’t know what it’s like, listening to Weezer
Getting left on read by the fucking Grim Reaper
RAF looking like there’s blood on my t-shirt
Daydreaming in class, man, I wanna fuck my teacher
Not Chris Brown but I’m wearing wife beater (Yuh)

[Bridge]
(Oh you listen to Weezer?)
(Oh I got you)

[Verse 2]
What’s with these homies dissing my girl? (I don’t have one)
Why do they gotta front? (Front)
Glock with the laser, point at your face (Your face)
Why have they gotta run? (Why they running for?)
Ooh, ooh, I know, I know (Yeah)
You is a fucking hoe
Rivers on my fucking chain (Chain)
You is a fucking lame