Letras
I got it all, it's all on me
I got it all, it's all on me
All on me, all on me, all on me
Daytona. Daytona. Daytona.
Two toners and Range Rovers, my rims on Oprah
Sought vacancy once I got my diploma
Got A to Z no Arizona
My AC out blow leaf blower
Got three rows, I'm casanova
Nah I'm Jehovah so I thought I told ya
Wait I never told you... fuck
It's tumbleweeds and cobwebs
A whole bunch of nothing in my head, my head
It's what I said
So, my stress
On my chest
Tried my best
I digress
No more time left
No more time
As the hands come around it's a full-circle moment
You can't knock me down once I reach my podium
I'm a piece of work and I sure know it, son
And I'm exactly who you don't want your kids to be if they grow up
But fuck it
I'm on my Prince shit
I'm on my rich shit
I'm on my get money, get money, make it, spend it quick
A hypocrite just a bit
So set the table, tell me lies
Cut the cable, lose control
Look me in my fucking face when you choose to barter my soul