[Intro] Wattup O I was just running your old songs today, pulled up "OnedrOp", "gOne", you know the cla**ics, and I just realized something, you need a banger. You need to just let everybody know O M G This is so lit! Where'd you get the beat from? [Hook] - (Omar Zidan) Early morning scrambled eggs, wake me up to ba** kicks What you know bout bedroom studios n ugly basements? They say that hip-hop is dead, need someone to save it All these likes n shares who cares? I think we almost famous [Verse 1] Hello surprise, open your eyes Fresh on my grind my first time on the mic I'm cool with the rap kids I know how to rhyme Check out my address I'm rapping online (dumb it down) A satire Cliche I rap fire My bank account Get taxed higher Anything she want I cash buy it That's baby daddy Got pacifiers Day to night I'm never tired 90 inch rims 100 cent tint Ride around on Pirelli tires Role model, gold bottles Sun shades n a camera lens Your favorite chick n me, in a whip that's 3 Times the money of your chump standard Benz (grunt) And if you ain't convinced My gold chains So cold they Got cold fraid,' Got gold wings They don't hang With no fakes, so go away s**a! This the kinda flow that you can spit n' get away with Put some cool effects on this n now I sound amazing! Everybody likes my pics I think I think I made it This the part of the song, where everybody ape sh**.... [Hook] Early morning zaatar bread, wake me up to biscuits What you know bout bedroom studios n ugly basements? They say that hip-hop is dead, need someone to save it All these likes n shares who cares? I think we almost famous! (Verse 2) All the pretty hoes Itty bitty, clothes On they tippy toes In my videos And the city knows Help my city grow "O, you ain't even from my city tho!" That's the truth, yes, that's a fact But hey my dude, (what?) Please relax What am I supposed to do, be me or act? Cuz' when I'm me I'm broke, but when I act there's cash So if it's up to me, I'ma have to pa** I want acid tabs, xanax and an avalanche of crack in the back of Cadillacs Ampersand The aftermath is.... Life, of the rich n famous Do what I want like an ignoramus Take vacations to different places Caimans, Vegas, with a plate of payments Tigers called love trapped in cages Used to make art, now I'm hanging My favorite paintings “paparazzi vainness” And if you didn't know My name is Entertainment [Outro] (Omar Zidan & StinkBoi) Miss the kinda' flows that we was spittin in our basements Stupid sh** pajamas we no standup for ovations 1st these radios were telling me they'd never play me Now they never play me, dawg i think they played me! Boy, quit quit quit with all that talkin Mouth always running running running running