[Hook]
I've got so much to say
I know I've came so far
You understand my Swag
The you should look up in the stars
The stars, the stars, the stars
[Kid Cudi]
No big names. No big chains
Just Plain Pat visions with some sick aim
Cool Beans though, 10 Deep Jeans ho
Stampede fitted in the range with a knitted
No gimmick: Real time, Real heart
Real words...Elegant: A piece of art
No famous name vouch and I'm still the sh**
n***a first couple songs, no guest appearances
Now you sick, mayne. I ain't takin stabs
I'm just taking names, then I'm kickin' a**
I'll never be retro like a Cool Kid
With only two songs, look at what I did
Me and my n***a Wale let them s**as pa**
Till we fed up and wet up Where n***as keep they swag
To the 'R'. Ruin n***as hopes of success
After LeBron, I'm what's next
[Hook]
Look up at da stars (3x)
[Wale]
Now I'm back on my grizzle, A plethora of strippers
I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle
I'm curious Jorge, f** what dem who*es say
Most of them is faker than the horse hair they forced in
I be in the club looking for a couple more of dem
Sorta like my first date. Fresher by the hullin'
I don't need your girl. Man I got a lot
They say he got a lot of whips, well I got A LOT
You can't unwind it. Rising and climbing
Ain't nobody brighter... I'm the man Winona Ryder
Lex Luger, narcissist, the mirrors get excited
The game is a store, Then miracle what I am
Maryland where I am, You n***as is behind us
There is not a list to find 'em
Anti-violent...Stylin, Lyrically inclined and
Who so ever hate, Mother shower him in violets
[Hook]