text: Um, excuse me mister, but can you please turn down the lights?
  I dont really like all these cameras, man
  And this shit just dont feel right
  And I dont really wanna be rude to you, sir
  But fuck you mean I cant wear my hat in here?
  And you got me fucked up, if you think I care, nigga
  I hope you little niggas is listening
  Them Golf Boys is in this bitch like an infant
  The blind niggas used to make fun of my vision
  And now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuition
  So special, the teacher asked if I was autistic
  And now Im making plates, you just washing the dishes
  So if you dont mind, get the fuck out of my kitchen
  But keep your ego there so I can butt fuck your opinion
  But in the meantime, brainwashing millions of minions
  Leader of the new school? 
  And you would never catch me in none of their fucking shin-digs
  I hope you fucking niggas is angry, pissed, and offended
  In Search Of... did more for me than Illmatic
  Thats when I realized we aint cut from the same fabric
  I made my own shit, you went out and bought yours
  Man, I got too much drive, motherfucker, I hate traffic
  La-di-da-di, Im going harder
  Than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers
  When its a lot at stake carne asada but lets be honest, Im really morphing
  Named my album Cherry Bomb because Greatest Hits sounded boring
  I dont like to follow the rules
  She said that I must, I dont have any armpits
  She wanted to talk; Whos in charge of this Golf shit?
  I said Howdy do? How are you? Im the sergeant
  And who I are isnt really important
  My heart is as dark as a window with car tint
  So hop in with your friends, gal and Ill unpark it
  And Ill do donuts until the fat one is carsick.
  Its young T
  I dont like to follow the rules
  And thats just who I am
  I hope you understand
  And I dont really think yall cool
  So give yourself a hand
  No, no, give yourself a hand
  Better pose for that camera
  You better pose, boy you better pose
  And its your life nigga I suppose
  For the lights, for the camera, and the action
  Now your face is meltin from the flash of the big ol lights
  Nigga you ask for this life
  Welcome to death camp
  Yeah, welcome to death camp
  Yeah, welcome to death camp
  Kissing on my bean bag
  Your lips high-five my tongue
  And my fingers moonwalk through your hair
  This is fun I can tell
  I dont know if youll handle it well
  Welcome to hell camp
  You should be mine in a way tonight