Alarm clock with no snooze on, I′ma star tryna get my groove on

Don't call cops when I cruise on, bar hopping with two broads

Y′all hop in my new car better fall back with that rude talkTwitter rapper with a few songs that'll make a rapper get booed off

Polo shirt with no stains on, in my room I play Ray Charles

Tryna sang songs like I'm Trey Songz, blade sharper than chainsaws

Alarm clock with no snooze on, car ride with no shoes on

Narcotics abused on, still hop in that new jawn

I′m lifted, I just lifted, rollin′ round like Limp Bizkit

In the sky flyin' like a big blimp, finna die tryin′ or get rich quick

With just six cents, I had a pick-it fence, I got kicked out, now I'm in a trench

Small apartment, lost innocence, but I′m coolin' now, my heart been a fridge

Lost a lot of my team, god damn, watchin′ lots 'em OD, goddamn

Oxycontin and lean awe man but I ain't popping, I′m clean, goddamn

Paranoia in my paper, doe, Oscar de La Hoya finna break a nose

Beatin′ up the beat and I don't take a blow, and I ain′t takin blow but I'm made to blow

Supernova to a superstar in way too deep, I ain′t movin' on

Gotta prove ′em wrong, gotta make a mill before I'm late as hell, I ain't snoozin′ off

2 AM, sittin′ up on Mars, finna fuck the Earth for a booty call

Send a text through a shootin' star talking to the moon like I′m Bruno Mars

Anyway, on a side note, wakin' up feel a lil psycho

I′ll get sent away on a nice boat with a life coach and a dike ho

Professor X in that wheelchair but I'm Wolverine when I heal fast

Still mad at my lil cash but when deals happen I′ll feel glad

Alarm clock with no snooze on, I'ma star tryna get my groove on

Don't call cops when I cruise on, bar hopping with two broads

Y′all hop in my new car better fall back with that rude talk

Twitter rapper with a few songs that′ll make a rapper get booed off

Polo shirt with no stains on, in my room I play Ray Charles

Tryna sang songs like I'm Trey Songz with a blade sharper than chainsaws

Alarm clock with no snooze on, car ride with no shoes on

Narcotics abused on, still hop in that new jawn

Run it back, no mumbles, feel like a running back, no fumbles

I got a ton of that, no problem, lemme just run it back, no options

Feel like I′m living a mosh pit, fight with the Devil and we boxin'

Shit that I′m living in, regardless, I spit the venom and retarded

Waking up with with my own psycho thoughts eatin' at me like a cannibal

Know you always blow me up for a feature but our lyrics ain′t compatible

You were better off a janitor, to be honest I ain't mad atcha'

Crash landed in the rap game like take me right to yo manager

Flow change, get the mind right, just a lil taste of that limelight

I already know about the high life, made it really hard to drive right

Crashed the car at the stop light, I′m just tryn′a get my time right