[Chorus]
I ain’t picked around and go and get that pistol
Done piss me and now this turned into a Klitschko
I keep looking out that window
‘Cause I can’t stand when n***as talk under the pillow
A curtain with that shotgun, call me Malcolm
N***as pushing powder out here like it’s talcum
All these n***as wearing suits like Al Pacino
Got my [?] and my Ray-Bans like I’m Nino

[Verse 1]
There’s so many different opinions killing my vibe (killing my vibe)
I do not discuss what I do, I do what I want with my life
Oh, if I was a rebel, I’d run up on you from behind (beefin’ with Jay)
But I was just red and I pick it up and let it [?]

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, call up my lady and tell her I’ll call back, pick up on Skype
Girl, I’m so tired of running around, they can say what they like (they can say what they like)
Shout out nobody, done it all on my own
There’s no need to go home for it, you can hear it all in my tone

[Chorus]
I ain’t picked around and go and get that pistol
Don’t piss me and now this turned into a Klitschko
I keep (I keep) looking out that window
‘Cause I can’t stand when n***as talk under the pillow
A curtain with that shotgun, call me Malcolm (oh)
N***as pushing powder out here like it’s talcum (like it’s talcum)
All these n***as wearing suits like Al Pacino
Got my [?] and my Ray-Bans like I’m Nino
[Verse 2]
Don’t need no record deal, we got Instagram and Vine
Oh, shout out to Facebook and Twitter, you’re ever so kind
I love taking pictures with bitches I meet in Dubai
‘Cause usually nine out of ten, if I wanted to hit up my Mike

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, call up my lady and tell her I’ll call back, pick up on Skype
Girl, I’m so tired of running around, they can say what they like (they can say what they like)
Shout out nobody, done it all on my own
There’s no need to go home for it, you can hear it all in my tone

[Chorus]
I ain’t picked around and go and get that pistol
Don’t piss me and now this turned into a Klitschko
I keep (I keep) looking out that window
‘Cause I can’t stand when n***as talk under the pillow
A body curtain with that shotgun, call me Malcolm (oh)
N***as pushing powder out here like it’s talcum (like it’s talcum)
All these n***as wearing suits like Al Pacino
Got my [?] and my Ray-Bans like I’m Nino

[Outro: Guitar Solo]