| I could spend my whole life tryna get cash | |
| And work hard then I pass like Steve Nash | |
| Breath fast, I ain't tryna hyperventilate | |
| Forgive me Lord, it feels like I commit a sin a day | |
| Then I wait for them days to turn good again | |
| And get the cake, then I'll tell them that's the winners pay | |
| To win today would just seem like a lavish dream | |
| Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems | |
| The angels sing and I feel like thats my roll call | |
| And I came with Left Brain, that's my road dawg | |
| Switch lanes? Nah homie I'm a road hog | |
| Brain to the pave look my mind on the road dawg | |
| Said I'm just tryna do this quick like make haste | |
| Don't take more than I can get to prevent waste | |
| My music is like confetti rain when you win a race | |
| And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face | |
| Scarface, say I got that Montana flow | |
| They know I'm tryna get that Montana dough | |
| Where we go, tell the truth I could never know | |
| I'm just tryna push a Porsche, that's white like Montana snow | |
| And honestly, just for wings I would give it up | |
| So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough | |
| And when it comes I just hope I'm on my way above | |
| The say they're heartless, but I feel them when they show me love | |
| I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody | |
| The therapist nicknamed me Kid Cudi, I killed my fifth buddy | |
| The fourth one, I like to kick around | |
| Ride him all around, when he hits the ground | |
| The third one is mixed, white and black | |
| Minor, flat, major, act like a pitch with a flanger | |
| The second one's a stranger, but I knew her all my life | |
| Since I was born, the other half said fuck it like I was porn | |
| And the last one, he's in the mirror | |
| With a gun, wish I could see him clearer | |
| But I can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead | |
| Aye, hold your head homie, look | |
| I'mma live long through these songs | |
| As long as they're on, I'm on when I'm gone | |
| That's why I rhyme like a poet from a prior century | |
| And I don't wanna be a human, treat me like an entity | |
| I know they fiend for my 8's like I'm a fucking Laker | |
| Tryna find a Secret Garden just like Tyler the Creator | |
| Damn, I'm just waiting for my life to begin | |
| And I can't breath when I'm high cause the airs too thin | |
| I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale | |
| They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail | |
| Shit, I'm living in Hell, the devil should be scared of me | |
| Nigga ask about me, I am Mike G |
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