Intro (Curren$y)

I don't know what kind of Dr. Frankenstein shit happened
Eastside all mine
Just like every time

Verse 1 (Curren$y)

When the credits roll then its known who did what
You see my name lit up big as fuck
Acknowledgment for a lot of shit
Punch lines the critics didn't get
Metaphors that they didn't dig
Awards shows we was never invited to sit
Red carpet photo shoots we never got a chance to rip
Ever since I ever been wrote East side on my shit
Gotta represent anywhere I ever went
Trunk on my Chevy made it clear
Candy painted, dedicated to my town because I love it here
This my year everybody say the same thing
Only a few put effort forth to prove true what they claim
Im one of them mane strongest link in the chain
Me and my little bro do business plans and Champagne
Television money hit a little different
Check for two episodes bought me 5 Bentleys
Television money hit a little different
Check for two episodes bought me 5 Bentleys
Hop out that motherfucker smoking like a chimney
Hop out that motherfucker lit up like Christmas
Hop put that motherfucker attracting the bitches
It was unintentional baby i was just living
I can't help it if she fell for me while I was chillin'
While niggas stumble over one another trying to get with
I was thinking digits, always thinking bigger
Lemonade and liquor get it goin' quicker
Swimming at the studio, one love Mac Miller

Verse 2 (Cordae)

Can I uh.Let me hop on this joint bro
Alright, we some professional world travelers
Rich bachelors, plots to move back to Africa
Peep the vernacular
Not a word wasted, every sentence is sacred
Though its hard to be creative when you live in the matrix
Cinnamons jaded, private life but niggas invaded
The benefits fading, fuck fame but Benjamins cravin'
Need more, work harder, you bleed more
Malibu property right by the seashore
We rent it out, Airbnb it, collect the profits
This is not rap boy, I'm here to drop knowledge
This hip hop shit brought me to the top college
Speak to the students at Harvard nigga, I'm honored
Summa Cum Laude how I graduated
School of hard knocks, she infatuated
Every move calculated
Invested in stock, not a dollar wasted
Far fetched, dreaming same night is crazy, damn ain't God amazing?
Private jets, no stress, boy I must confess
Stay aligned on this path, continue my quest
Bad bitch, five star dinners the menu is sex
Everytime we touch the stage the venue is blessed

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Cordae Amari Dunston, Fred Lowinger, Matt Carillo, Rory William Quigley, Sean Lewis, Shante Scott Franklin