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I took a Uber out to Jupiter
Now I'm getting stupider
Took a plane out to Spain Ay, now I'm wit' a babe
She top me off while I pop champagne
I am not lost, I just know I'm in my lane
Yeah, in my lane, I ain't lost I'm a fuckin' boss
Yeah, Randy Moss Never worry bout what it costs
Yeah, Jerome Bettis in a fuckin' bus Yeah, everybody make a fuss
Yeah, using all her lip gloss on my balls Yeah, she wipes it off
Yeah, I don't think her daddy ever really liked me much
DJ shotz sayin' that I talk about sex too much
You're delirious
Yeah, I dead it, just forget it
We the best, comin' up
You gon' flop when you try, I ain't gonna die
I'm the one dyin' for this game
And I'm still alive, I'm insane
Candyman, let me rock the chain
Fifty two, rockin' eighty five K
Smoke a paper plane all the way to a payday
Now I'm off to Venus with my penis
Hittin' bars out on Mars
I'm a star, that's all I know, that's pretty far
Rear view Mirror got a Cop Car, what he want
Here's my fuckin' pot card, smoke a blunt
Now I'm off to Venus with my penis Hitting bars out on Mars
I'm a star, that's all I know, that's pretty far
Rear view mirror got a Cop Car, what he want
Here's my fuckin' pot card, smoke a blunt
Yeah, came from Philly, all I rep is family
Bout to buy Hawaii mami
Whip Bugattis get you bodied, life is good La di da dee
Now I drive a Maserati to the moon
Then I'm in her anus, treat the pussy like it's some food
Yeah, I'm that dude, I'm that cool, get a pool
Breakin' news, get a clue, blow a fuse
Who is you? I'm amused
What it do? I'm the truth
Feelin' like a Shaq shoe, you should try to fill it
Fill my drink, I spill it
From the windows to the wall to the ceilin'
I'm just stacking money
You know when we in the buildin'
A milli, a million, makin' a killin'
Laughin' to the bank and I'm only gettin' sillier
Sneakin' up on June and I'm only gettin' chillier
The way I whip the coupe, man, I make it look brilliant
If you my affiliate, you winnin
Third shift, space candy
Andy Kapps out in outer space, chillin
In another galaxy
Candy man
I told these motherfuckers too many times to stop doubtin' me
Now I'm off to Venus with my penis
Hittin' bars out on Mars
I'm a star, that's all I know, that's pretty far
Rear view mirror got a cop car, what he want
Here's my fuckin' pot card, smoke a blunt
Now I'm off to Venus with my penis
Hittin' bars out on Mars
I'm a star, that's all I know, that's pretty far
Rear view mirror got a cop car, what he want
Here's my fuckin' pot card, smoke a blunt
Somethin' like a satellite, blowin' up like dynamite
Bitches start to gravitate, it's too late
Now they just watch me demonstrate
Feelin' like I'm Kevin Gates, send you up to heaven gates
Now I start to meditate, get a bunch of money, man
Now we eatin' good, but I still look like a hungry man
I'm a star, that's all I know, that's pretty far
Rear view mirror got a cop car, what he want

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