psyched up pure motivation get up hands in the air self adoration Hit the high alone got no one to impress food for thought hard for you to digest I'm the shit attract fleas yeah I'm full of shit here for all the smoke puff like snoop put all my haters in a group don't care about you anymore bop in the night call me suge I got boys who ready to be with me talk about Elvis, Presley, Dayton and scoob run all the way so I'm fit pick up the trophies I built myself since I got no Grammy's you got this coming since 2012 took nine years and depression to make me say fuck it well this got no theme just a test of ability If you're really thinking about sleeping on me for something less well you're welcome it's nothing new You wanna see how the boys plays out at the end I don't give a fuck about your motives I don't give a fuck about your favorite artist you can just be my guest