Sittin' back in the cut
Looking fine
Look at that nigga what
this shit is mine

So they call us stars
I guess not all of us are chosen
I drive a car with the top back
Cause my vanity's my token
Now all this talkin' ain't my style
About responsiblities
Like this here nation is my child like it's direct humanity

Sittin' back in the cut
Looking fine
Look at that nigga what
This shit is mine

You talkin' 'bout white children
Who kill their parents before school
I'm talkin' Lexus' with rims black
So when I drive back I look cool
Goodness the President's human
And you're all hypocrites
I think I'm jaded make a sport of it
Now I'm numb to the shit

Sittin' back in the cut
Lookin' fine
Look at that nigga what
This shit is mine

I just want to blow up
Then baby who knows who'll win the game
When I close my eyes it all looks the same
I don't want to know nobody's name
'Cause I'm going for dough when I go for game
'Cause I'm going for... that's why

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Exploration Group LLC
Writer(s): AKLINS DILLION, MARTIN MCKINNEY, SANTI WHITE