Young Jefe, they said I'd never rise up, used to egg me on now it's only sunny side up, too short to ball so I had to get my bars up, used to dream of Dunkin till I started making Starbucks! they ask me what I am, i say star dust, its questions like that they use to part us, the higher up i go they way more racist, when you take your po' places trade them in for oasis. or really push their buttons puttin Benji's in your savings, but still just a young nigga to these old faces. these niggas out here flexin like they old rich, lying on their money got me feeling like I'm Povich, never held an Ace till my Pop's told me Go Fish! now all these gold bottles round me look like gold vases. life lessons I used to be expressive, now I got the flo and your nigga so Progressive. chorus All my exes told me grow up, but now my bank account more mature everytime I add these 0's up. they used to see me and they scroll up, now these same hoes wanna show up just to get me swole up. must haves are inner beauty with a lil booty, but nowadays it's more bad and a lot of bougie. I take note some will trap you like loose leaf, they see the labor and they know the fruit's juicy. my life's a movie it ain't nothing to me, but screwing any groupy could be a doosy, cuz that floozy could try to sue me, want me to housser like Doctor Doogie, on TV screaming "me too" to sockitome. this ain't spittin this a hockaloogie, your little verses like kaka to me, I am a monster truly, no mob ties you imposters to me, I got a tool that will fix up your Old House and I am not Trethewey.