[Verse 1: James]
Black chucks bet i pack it up
And that ass fat i told her back it up
Young James out here on that hippie stuff
And yo fam look fake like the Brady bunch
In the back of the party tryna spike the punch
Front seat of the Chevy she can't get enough
And this life that i've lived has been plenty rough
Now that's waves
Bitch i've been tryna get paid
I got heat and i ball in my city like wade
Chopping them up but i don't need a blade
Young renegade when you see me you see
Stop tryna be me they swear this shit easy
I'm up in the morning
Rain sunshine or snowing
Look at my pockets lil bro they on swollen
Look at you're nose its been crooked like Owen
You've been filled with shit just like a colon
Whipping my Chevy it look like its stolen
Heard they was mad so i send my condolence
When i go to war i kill my opponent
Flipping these packs making these racks
I could lose all my money then make it right back
If you sleeping on me then i'm breaking you're back
I'm just smoking a bleazzy while writing these tracks
Bitch you a fake that's why you hate
Skip you in line then i snatch up yo plate
Ain't on no diet i'm moving this weight
I be that fire you be them shakes
Working ot cause i got what it takes
I been all gas i ain't pumping no brakes
She liking my style grab her right by the waist
My dick in her mouth bet she liking the taste
Pull my shit out finish right on her face
Bitch i've been nasty
Feel like DiCaprio no one could catch me
These rhymes are so catchy
Got heart like Apaches
Can't ride in no taxi
I'm feeling so fancy
Smoking so much that my throat feeling raspy
Fucking around you get popped like some acne
Bitches in my city gone off the xannies
Miami so shady
I'm a white rapper but don't call me shady
[Bridge: James]
And i know, i know these possessions got me blind
And i know, i know that i've been working overtime
But what else could you expect i'm star and i'm gon' shine
I've seen them signs its gon' be fine its gone fine it's gon' be