[Verse 1]
Here's a dome shot to this n***a named Otis
n***as think they the coldest but n***a you just the oldest
n***as be chasing their youth, but it's gone
Yo, 'Ye, this n***a didn't even want to put you on
He turned around, put on Sean
But forgot to tell him Beni Han-han, don't sell no f**in' wontons
I don't wear Sean John, but I f** with that Cîroc sh**
2Pac back, well Hit 'Em Up with some Pac sh**
"Who run the world?" Jayceon
Yeah, with Kelly Rowland, come and be my motivation
If you invented swag, then I invented gangsta
Got one in the chamber; the throne is now in danger
And I don't wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada
I'm Charles Louboutin, you n***as ain't saying nada
Lil white b**h, better stay in your place
You call me a n***a, I'mma put the K in your face, this a stick up b**h
[Hook]
So put your hands up in the air!
I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here
I do it, I do it, boy
[Verse 2]
Call Khaled tell em "f** it I'm on one.."
I created Tyler the Creator
Here go, courtside seats: you are now watching the greatest
Shades blocking the haters, stays rocking the latest
The show goes 'til I start aiming the lasers
And Lupe will souffle, half you muther f**ers
It's the Drew League, I don't wanna speak about The Rucker
Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and
Already got her up in the Porsche tryna teach you how to love
Marc Antony too short, look how that n***a look
Man, I'm "6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot.."
Crooks and castles, all my n***as crooks with castles
Red Nation graduation: yeah crooks with ta**les
It's a party, it's a party it's a party
Sitting up in Marvin's Room, blowing that Marley
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I got the money up in the rubberband
Run up on me, try to take it from me
I ain't Morris Chestnut, I ain't Ricky
But I give you 9 shots, you can call it 50
Dre got that super ba**, I just call it Nicki
Working on that Detox, blowing on that sticky
Can I hit it in the morning? Bet it be a quickie
Gotta hustle hard Ace, Tunechi and Ricky
Waves Frank Ocean? You could see my odd future
You gonna need more than Novacane after I shoot you
Yesterday I went to Coachella, not to see Jigga
I went to see Wiz, but there's Amber: perfect
I took a seat on the red futon
Hit it with that Wiz sh** on - whatever
So put that p**y on my face
And let me taste a little taste
I'mma eat it up like it's my last
I'mma do it different, she ain't getting no cash
You know why? I'm not a star
Somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car, that ain't a lie
[Hook]
Uncle Otis, holler at me!