Yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Runaway train and you're tied to the tracks I'm a bad guy, baby I don't want it like that I've been coming for the money Cause I never had that I was broke as a [?] Nah, nah, where you at? Take down a [?] Trippy the [?], gonna take all your j**els Put up your hands in the air Hitting the ground like you're [?] Possibly takin' some hostages I can see nothing It's positive, honestly Everything recently givin' me anxiety Anger, it rises and [?] I don't know you And you don't know me I've been waiting, for the world to blow me Imma be famous I've finally made it Them still ridin' round with my homie Imma be famous I've finally made it Them still ridin' round with the homie Things have been getting real difficult, eh People been telling me that I don't, eh Makin' the bangers, your music is [?] Promise you, trippy gonna [?], eh I've been on a level that you never seen, eh Probably cause you [?], eh Just another rapper in the memory, eh [?] trippy like you better be, eh Ride around my city with a jet speed jetski Money, money, money is the next step, bet me Imma hit the lottery Nothing will ever bother me I'm coming from the bottom You motherf**ers have gotta be, eh Gotta be kiddin' me, kiddin' me, eh [?] trippy, you the enemy, eh Makin' alot of music, I'm a centipede, eh Thinking that my body is [?] Yeah I don't know you And you don't know me I've been waiting, for the world to blow me Imma be famous I've finally made it Them still ridin' round with the homie Imma be famous I've finally made it Them still ridin' round with the homie I don't know you And you don't know me I've been waiting, for the world to blow me Imma be famous I've finally made it Them still ridin' round with the homie Imma be famous I've finally made it Them still ridin' round with the homie East side [?] Where I f**ing live but I won't stay, eh Road to Colorado then to LA, eh Live in California is the best thing, eh I didn't want nobody in my damn way, eh Trippy in the city is the damn thing, eh Livin' like a king on the subway, eh Underground gods is where they know me, eh Music won't get me the money I need Something take care of my family to feed Most of you rappers are all about [?] I just keep stackin' my motherf**in' [?] Music won't get me the money I need Something take care of my family to feed Most of you rappers are all about [?] I just keep stackin' my motherf**in' I don't know you And you don't know me I've been waiting, for the world to blow me Imma be famous I've finally made it Them still ridin' round with the homie Imma be famous I've finally made it Them still ridin' round with the homie