Shout out all my brothers
All eyes on me 
Yah
Boy, Im so hot that a nigga gotta lay low
Shawty giving head till her brain gone
Since I got the fame, boy my life aint been the same
Now Im Hollywood, niggas saying that I changed
The only thing new, I got a few gold chains
I been rocking gold hoops before Trinidad James
Come fuck with the greatest
Industry status, I know that you hate it
I know that you hate it, I know you been waiting
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Whore you know its me, a young nigga from the C
Whore from the burbs, but my niggas from the streets
Ive been thinking money, thats the only thing I see
Its a club full of hoes and you niggas wanna beef
Every nigga quick to say his boy got the piece
And every nigga is quick to say Im gully out the heat
I aint worried muthafucka
I got my feet up gettin ready for the summer
I could bet a million that youre boy about to come up
Dont be mad at the world cause your records aint buzzin
Dont be mad at the system cause you niggas aint stuntin
Dont be mad at your boy cause you aint worth nothing
Cause you aint worth nothing
This song got a muthafuckin feeling like Pac though
 picture me rollin
Duck the police in a pothole 
Wh-whipping this shit stolen
Passenger seat is El Gato 
Beat it till its swollen
Then I paint her face like Picasso 
Pronto, you aint en known it, like Rocko
Welcome to the Midwest
Fill the fridge up with them government checks
Dark liquor is a must when you one of us
And we got the bud for the blunts, go and ingest
Funny that my father wanted me to be a scholar
Instead I grew up like him and became an alcoholic
A couple of dollars, get some gin and tonic, and a couple condoms
Give a bitch head trauma, not she hooked on phonics
Ye aint never seen a muthafucka 
Cleveland boy get up on the big screen
With the same team that he used to ride the bus with
Now they got a tour bus, shit
Ye aint never seen a muthafucka 
Go from flippin burgers at the Fuddruckers
Hit up private jets with the Jimmy Iovines
Then flying Coach, back to the drug runners
100
I might sell my soul for a new Bugatti
Shit, Im just young and reckless
I see why half of you rappers stressin
Im here now nigga, you can get to steppin
All these hoes nowadays seem to act so desperate
I give her what she want, then Im on to the next chick
She dont say nothing cause she know Im the next it
Your times up girl, thats it, girl hit the exit
You should be faithful that you in my presence
Oh, you needing Jesus I dont need your blessings
Like learn your lessons, dont with king
I mean like, we know who jealous, so fuck with me
This that give-and-go, that pick-and-roll
This that cock back and let it go
This that bang, bang, that bang fosho
My niggas bang fosho, this aint for show