[Verse 1: Antwon]
I once smoked black tar at 1016 McKean
Now I live life like America's next wet dream
On the back of the bus, sipping a cold OE
He alone, spliff lit, 'eft hand chilling out the window
Bus driver tripping, I know he smell the endo
But I gotta catch a bus, for my shift at Kinko's
And they really ain't saying sh**
So on payday I got a half-gran of white b**h
Christina Hendrix stuck on my tide stick
b**h won't stop texting me and neither will my mistress
Back on the [?], but don't feel any different
Buzzing, ultra-magnificent
Need a rich vixen to take me out my momma's pad
Used to live foul, now I'm so f**ing rad
Bam Bam Bigelow when it comes to the rapping
Hoes in the tight pants cause I'm staying ratchet
[Hook x2]
Ratchet a** n***a, nature boy swag
Who the f** got twenty on a forty bag
Who the f** got twenty on a forty bag
Who the f** got twenty on a forty bag