[Intro: Bootleg Kev, DJ Hed, Token]
It's Real 92.3, Bootleg Kev, DJ Hed, man, special guest
West Coast
The homie Token is here, been trynna get him up here for a minute man, welcome to the show
Thank you
Um, we're obviously, we-we're-you're here to rap, 'cause that's what you do
I'm here to rap
Um, do you wanna plug any of your shit real quick?
Nah, let's just rap
I like that (Let's just rap, alright)
I-I like that (There ya go)
That's what we're gonna do man, and y'know, we're in LA so, I'm very intrigued by his-his beat choice right now, so let's run that shit man, Nico hit that shit, it's Real 92.3 c'mon

[Verse]
Yea, umm umm, yea, right, aye aye
I just made a living off the shit they used to tell me ain't a hobby
Got so many bags I need a dolly
40 year old bodyguard with a legal shotty
And he'll feed the pistol creatine if it need a body
Teeny tiny temper, I'm blaming it on the show biz
Compliments and complimentary liquor to go with
Breaking promises like I break the seal when it's open
Baby I can pinky promise because I think my shit froze it
Think my shit is the coldest, tinted whip if I drove it
Giving women a mouthful, think my chick is a blowfish
Think she speaking the Polish, but really I didn't notice
'cause I ain't listening anyway all these women are foreign
I think her English is broken
Think my business is growin'
Think that chick is approachin'
Intuition is golden
Won't buy her a bag but I buy her flight to go home with whenever I'm losing interest
Or when I find me a new chick I switch a lot
This is a Raf Simons top
But I know I ain't fly if the people I'm with are not
That's why my merchandise seller is wearing my Saint Laurent
Turn the homies to my employees, and I pay a lot
Take them across the world, few thousands to get them here
They gonna brag about this to their kids in 20 years
They gon' have normal lives, choosin' their best careers
They gon' have families and I'mma be stuck here
But why would I compare
They don't think I deserve it until I tell 'em I deserve it
That's why I treat money like it's overdue
In front of my girl I told my manager to go get food
She said "You so spoiled," I said "so are you"
Backstage no one checkin' on me
I just gave that girl an ego unintentionally
Got arrested and he had me on the hood of his car
Hope the officer is watching all this bread get to me
Ay, sold out shows from the concerts
Shut shit down like a bomb threat
Never again gon' be the reason that my mom stress, tryna make her proud, make the money in the process
Travel got me nauseous
Bus is big I don't mind it
I just don't even know who driving
Drive it, everyday a new climate
Suitcase, forty outfits inside it
Numbers don't lie, I don't lie either
I just spent the rack at the dry cleaners
Uber black, gotta be a nine seater >❓❓❓❓<, hot headed, women always think I got a high fever
My sneakers, my pants, my shirt, UK
Bought them on the outskirts, same day, ruined them in the crowd surf
That same day, I ruined them in the crowd surf
It's all good I gotta put that in that ground work
Ay, 5 sold out shows outta France 'fore I'm leaving to go home
Bought my whole fucking closet from Paris so they treat me like their own
Lawyer on the phone, must be givin' me checks
Mama Democrat, he Republican as it gets
Just a hundred thousand won't ever get him impressed
He only make 5%, he tryna get me some millions
That shit I gotta respect
But I stay true 'cause I used to gross hundred thousand only net two
Starin' at the line of people at the venue, like
Thank god, thank mom, thank fate and thank you
Token