What you think this is
Nothing but a rubber band on my wrist
New SBs and a fresh New Era
I like my clothes like my women, nothing but black b**h
Polo match my p-lastic
Black Visa compliments my whip
The black Range Rover with a Becky in it
You know them white girls, breasts augmented
So authentic, why carry stacks if you ain't gon' spend it
Everything's mine, man, ain't sh** rented
And I start my day the same way that I end it
The same way that I end it
Same way that I end it
Fresh to d**h, no wonder all these girls want to go and bend it
Over, I swear I'm the f**ing poster
Boy for this leo swag, I told ya
Got the same birthday as Soulja
But he's three years older
July 28th a star was born
I can't even count all the shoes I've worn
Ain't nobody touching my Nike game
Even sweatshop workers know my name
And the flow so cold
Second only to Em at 17 years old
And I'll be the best rapper alive
By the time my birthday cake has twenty-five
Candles, this is a warning to all you vandals
I don't put up with the damn bull
So don't ask where I got my swag from
Search me on iTunes, buy my album