Riding down the street and you know I got the stick Passenger seat in with a bad bitch If she act up ima hit her with the brick Rollin up my weed and I got these bitches lit Ran out of gars, but the store too far Picked up a leaf, rolled it like a gar I’m so high I’m on fucking Mars So fucking high I’m talking to the stars Humble as fuck I gotta lotta cars Faded like a drunk bitch at a bar Thick as fuck yeah I gotta lotta cake turn around, drop it down, let em see it shake lost my best friends, but i found out they were snake, Gotta few day ones they will never flake crying in the club like my name is drake little do they know, i’m bout to over take ion take no breaks, this shit fate yeah work 6 jobs like i’m kevin gates i’m the queen, keep the hate, you bitches can’t relate get over yourself i’ll always be great