Yeah, see the street lights?
 
 I ain't slept in like, forty-eight
 
 I'm back!
 
  
  I'm here and y'all know they've been waitin' for me
 
 Since I was fifteen, now I'm Yella, a hundred miles and runnin', uh
 
 Easy come and easy go, that's why I work till midnight
 
 I'm out of town, shorty very dirty on the turnpike
 
 My piss clean, I caught a case, it happens to the best
 
 The lawyer said don't smoke
 
 I'm like: Good Lord, boodah keep me blessed
 
 I'm buyin' Nike stock when I see these checks
 
 Motivated by niggas because it's bigger than me
 
 I know that, I might go back to my old shit
 
 Bring the fro back, that's a throwback, yeah
 
 Watch your mouth, why you tryna talk like you know somethin'?
 
 My competition is myself, therefore I ain't worried 'bout no one
 
 Not a soul, pot of gold
 
 Lookin' like a stain, niggas'll wet your mug
 
 Leave you behind yourself, you're playin' catch up
 
 Boy, is that your blood?
 
 'Cause I done blew inside my mind since I first wrote a rhyme
 
 Y'all all late, rappers be stuck in the booth, I'm All State
 
 They're imposters, steak and lobster
 
 Surf my turf, better wear your chopper
 
 Next to Oprah at the opera, okay
 
 If you had
  
 
 Everything you'd ever wanted
 
 Right in front of me, what's it gonna be?
 
 The lights and the drugs and the girls finally drives me crazy
 
 Drives me crazy
 
 Drive me crazy
 
 Drives me crazy
 
 Drive me crazy
  
 
 Gotta love it though, they hatin', homie
 
 I be on Sunset, still go back to 68th and Stony
 
 Cooked out my basement
 
 Dropped my tape and got my homies' placements
 
 I'll play the keys in my sleep on the beach, that's a dream vacation
 
 Say you ain't heard, I'll let you lie, just know you digged your grave
 
 No turnin' back once you done found
 
 That that's the hand you played
 
 Game over, on the drivin' range in the Range Rover
 
 Halfway sober with my middle finger up, fuck these hoes
 
 I'm a tiger in the jungle in the middle of the summer
 
 With the wood on me and a fiend for the snow
 
 (White girl?) She a fiend for the blow, I'm a G, to the code
 
 You know me, I need Keke Palmer off TLC for that TOP
 
 Keys to the Jeep and the deed to the boat
 
 Y'all cruisin', y'all losin'
 
 Yeah, I make pop music, still the king with the flow
 
 This just the shit I've been thinkin' about, uh
  
 
 Picture everything you ever want, want, want, want
 
 Right in front of you
 
 The lights and the drugs and the girls finally drives me crazy
 
 Drive me crazy
 
 Drive me crazy
 
 Drives me crazy
 
 Drive me crazy
 
 Drives me crazy
 
 Drive me crazy