text: Live from the city of jealous niggas and bourgie-ass bitches
  Where you aint gettin love less you swimmin that riches
  Check who weather the heat and still standin in the kitchen
  Caught all attention, just consider this my premonition
  Back when niggas was stunting, I would just stand there and listen
  Made a switch in my position, now look who you fend to mention
  Approach with such a position, just lookin like lounge mode
  Put yourself in my shoes and you get room like clown toes
  Since I been winnin its been daps and pounds, yo
  And everybody wanna come creepin around so
  I play it like a veteran, stayin in my element
  Haters are irrelevant, Im better than Ive ever been
  Wolf Gang in every fuckin facet that I represent
  Loiter at the door to success until they let us in
  Bitch, Im in the booth mixin up the medicine
  Make a mess of the track, send litter life lettermans
  If I left, then Im back, but I dont think that I ever did
  Was on the road, doin shows, I was gettin gella grip
  Pimp hand strong on these hoes, I aint never slipped
  I be out in every fuckin city that you never in
  Holdin mine down, I wont be back until Im very rich
  Im from the city of niggas that get grizz-ills and bitties
  With really shitty cosmetically hit titties
  Its, dope is what I been spark, second then my pen start
  Bringin back that crack shit like Amy Wines skidmarks
  Now sit it in a pamper, Yonk went viral
  Price up a Preme camper, now I got a buncha
  White bitches, tour bus lookin like a fuckin hamper
  Dick went postal now my passport is stamped up
  See if white kids in fuckin Europe understand him
  Radicals the anthem, turn the fuckin amps up
  Hot shit, its mosh pits, stage dive, crowd surf
  Lookin like Im throwin fuckin tantrums
  Thanks to label crackers now Im ballin like its cancer
  Cause being broke is uncool, buddy, get your aunt fucked, Golf Wang
   Yeah, right
  Shit dropped, I bought a house that night
  While you was at home leavin comments tryna pay ya bill
  I was on tour makin some grands, findin time to kill
  Wakin up in different countries sayin Yo, this is real?
  Yes it is, awesome, got another fuckin check again
  Crossin that mainstream border man I am such a Mexican
  Now my exes be textin me up to give me neck again
  But Im too fuckin busy with the rap game, pregnant
  Evident, that I need my muthafuckin medicine
  But I dont spend all my fuckin money on a therapist
  Ever since, my fuckin.. I dont wanna talk about it
  No, leave me alone, I dont wanna talk about it, its too personal