[Verse 1]
You're listening to beats from Ben
And philosophizing about the coolness of Lance
Standing in front of your mirror at home
And rehearsing for the jam in your fucking backyard< br/>I want to be high and not freestyle
In a town with 200 inhabitants
Fucking low lives
As if I could do anything about you being broke
/>Yeah and we'll smoke ourselves
Lungs as black as Djimon Hounsou
Now we're smoking weed and really smoking it
Weed on the table and the tobacco mixed in
Because in a week I'll burn out Ott
In the amount of the salary of your shitty mini-job
And you celebrate the crap because my lifestyle is sick, isn't it?
[Hook]
Look, I don't want to change anything
I did it, Millionaires Club Member
Yeah my life is a dream
Here he's dead, do you want to move?
Look, I don't want anything to do with it Change
I have more money than the banks in England
Yeah my life is a dream
I don't have a team, I have employees
[Verse 2]
Yours Sis wears merch from Lance
And stands freshly shaved next to the stage at my jams
But I don't fuck with her
I always have a mask on but a face to lose
It's like this: are you worth something to yourself
Do you give a shit to God and the world
And if everyone now thinks they're doing rap and are part of the cake
It's with me despite that not to fuck - Wu-Tang
The boss like Bob Ross
Your girl describes my cock in her internet blog
And I don't take her seriously, but it's right
Rap is only rap is about cash, drugs and bitches
You're not Rick Ross
Or [?] and you think you're essential for hip hop
Everyday same shit
Rapper praise their album and then it's nothing
[Hook]