text: Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
  Mamas bailing down that road, craving 9021...
  She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley
  Who left her hometown world all for that alley
  Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
  Ooh, used to take the long way home
  Long way home, all for that candy, mm 
  Babys hooked on feeling low
  Do, do, do
  Do, doo
  Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy
  Fifty on a chain, nother fifty on a Caddy, oh
  He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone
  Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley
  Hmm, yeah, to find that alley, mm
  Babys hooked on feeling low
  Do, do, do
  Do, doo
  In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
  In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh
  Its the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley
  Babys hooked on feeling low
  In the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley
  Ooh
  Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
  Yeah
  My granny called, she said, Travie, you work too hard
  Im worried you forget about me
  Im falling in and out of clouds, dont worry, Ima get it, Granny, uh
  What happened? Now my daddy happy
  Mama called me up, that money coming and she love me
  I done made it now, I done found lifes meaning now
  All them days her heartd break, her heart not in pieces now
  Friends turning into fraud niggas
  Practicing half the passion, you niggas packaged different
  All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you cant have it
  Ima sell it, you niggas salad, we bout the cabbage
  Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys
  Smiling at em laughing at me
  I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked then passed it back, bitch
  All of this off of rapping, shouldve wrote this in Latin, yeah, yeah
  Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
  I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
  Cuzzo said we in the stu, yeah, we bout to drop a four
  He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo
  Told my auntie put them Ports down, them Ports down
  Now you know you love your own now
  Hit the stage, they got their hands up, dont put your nose down
  I aint knockin, nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now
  Whole crew, I swear they counting on me
  Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me
  Houses on me, he got them ounces on him
  Holy Father, come save these niggas, Im styling on em
  Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses
  Im driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them
  Distant sky, from north of the border, my chips is in order
  My moms biggest supporter so now a nigga support a nigga