Non-Fiction

[Hook] x2 I got big dreams in a small city Got a thick team, yeah they all with me We pour the bottles out, bring the models out Living like I'm winning, this is what I'm talking about [Verse 1] I'm on a champagne diet, keep the drinks rolling in I'm tryna hit rehab and fuck an Olsen twin Every single door I see, they are opening If they don't, knock 'em down bitch: bowling pins Motherfucker you should come and take a listen When I'm spitting I be ripping every single thing I'm given Hot from the beginning, fuck losing I'm winning Sitting with women, sipping liquor till the ceiling's spinning Yeah, I'm a man on a mission, this is how I'm living Fuck whoever's saying different These dudes mad I got groupies and shit You buy her food then I hit, shit I'm rude as it gets Yeah it's cool, I'll let you be the trick And then I throw the deuce quick cause I'm truly the shit Rookie mixtape sounding like a veteran Center of attention like the letter N [Hook] x2 [Verse 2] We hit the club, make it jump like a heartbeat Got dudes biting my style like it's shark week Never home alone, leave that to Macaulay C Catch me at the club fist pumping, I'm Pauly D Sippin' cups, finish 'em, waitress come and fill 'em up In the club, taking bigger shots than Mr. Billups does Yeah, got Hennessy in my bladder My energy and my swagger the same degrees as Nevada And they mad cause their girl up in my passenger Then I showed her why you the ex, like Algebra I'm her tutor, you're the past not the future And then she give me crazy head, call that bitch Medusa Y'all can't see me, LASIKs, call ya Stevie, I'm tasteless I'm running all over this beat, I need me some Asics Let's face it, man my verses, they be poppin' Oval Red and Vodka, failure's not an option [Hook] x2