[Verse 1: Left Boy]

Look, didnt have a video
Didnt have a track
Its my birthday
I dont give a *inhale* about that
So I made something new
Cause I aint really got shit to do
Turn the camera on, baby
I just turned forty-two
Minus sixteen
Imma make a big scene
Something like a movie, yeah
Put me on the big screen, ah

Flow like water, fresh like ice
Yeah I like nice shit
So my shits all nice
We all like Big Willie
In the cab with the dice
Roll up to the mansion
To hang with the guys
I rise from the dead
Another years gone by
New girls cause the
Old girls gone bye-bye
I didnt get a text
From my ex all night
What the fuck? Its my birthday?
I thought we alright?


I joke, I joke
I kid, I kid
Like eminem doin that
Tell-a-fan shit
Im sick wit it
Check out the way I kick
It right in the groin, so quick
Got a speed ticket
Hit it with a bass-line
Shortys on tha face time
Comin on the weekend?
You aint sleepin at mine!
Gotta find a hotel, oh swell
Now I gotta shell out!
Them hip hop heads
Telling me Im a sell out!

Shut the fuck up, man
Im a fuckin genius!
I wrote this in like two fuckin
Minutes in the evening!
My team is the meanest
Me and Mira-K, yeah we
Kill them every show
Then we put em in a grave!


Whatcha wanna say, baby
Whatcha wanna say?
The kid is twenty-six
Gettin older every day
If you put me in the mix
Then its all a flamb
If your girls around here
Imma hit her with the hay
I mean hit the hay with her
Cause she hit me up on twitter
Saying that she wanna do it
All I gotta do it get her
Git her, get her, geet her

Get her
Rock a Left Boy sweater
Im a fan of myself
Nobody does it better
Make it rain, every day
Give a fuck about the weather
Yeah Im feelin like a nacho
Swimmin in the cheddar
Sw-sw-swimmin in the cheddar
If you hate me, write a letter
Put that shit up in your moms booty
Maybe Ill go check there


[Laughter]