text: Yeah
  Is it the complex of the saint
  Thats keepin you so, so, so still? 
  Is it a coat of old paint
  Thats peelin every day against our will? 
  Ride for it every night
  Visions and these angles tight, yeah
  Truth be told, I never try
  Diamonds are the wife of life, yeah
  All three Rollies look alike, yeah
  After two you get a hook-up price
  Mama worked a nine-to-five
  Delta and I ship it overnight, yeah
  Is it too long since the last
  Open conversation you had? Oh, no 
  Stop tryna be God, God
  And did you see the void in the past?
  And can you ever see it comin back?
  Stop tryna be God, God
  Woah-oh-oh
  Woah-oh-oh
  The party never ends
  In a motel laying with my sins, yeah
  Im tryna get revenge
  Youll be all out of love in the end
  Spent ten hours on this flight, man
  Told the pilot aint no flight plans
  Cant believe whatever Im seeing
  And they know whenever I land
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Dead the club up, dead the club up
  Dead the club up, dead the club up
  Dead the club up, dead the club up
  Dead the club up, dead the club up 
  The party never ends
  In a motel laying with my sins, yeah, yeah
  Im tryna get revenge
  Youll be all out of love in the end, yeah
  Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
  She get trippy off Xans, lost 21 grams
  And she did it on cam, wasnt no video dance
  Make my own rules, I really dont pick, I just choose
  I dont set picks, I just shoot
  Chop and get screwed
  I told her its B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs
  Put it on God, He the one who put me on top
  Cant be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
  Never got the move on the drop
  Niggas tryna move on the Scott
  And move that deep, tryna run down, shits steep
  Gotta act a fool with the squad
  Next city, no sleep, back to the 713
  Spent ten hours on this flight, man
  Told the pilot aint no flight plans
  Cant believe whatever Im seeing
  And they know whenever I land
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  The club up, the club up
  The club up, the club up
  The club up, the club up
  The club up, the club up 
  The party never ends
  The club up, the club up
  The club up, the club up
  The club up, the club up
  The club up, the club up 
  The party never ends
  Family function, aint no friends, had a line around my ends
  Turned em into Ms, why you tryna make amends?
  Whats that smell? Its heavens scent
  Like I drop shade out the wind
  Dodgin hell and sins, I cant go back there again
  Nah, the dawgs aint civilized, take the one, feel vilified
  You cant see my sons, like the light dont hit they side
  In the function and Im fried, this strive is not a drive
  When they open wide, its a riot, riot
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
  Nah, nah, for real, we walkin in this bitch heavy
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
  They know me when they see me, ahhh!
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up