Errbody wanna try to be the funny guy Errbody tryna' get a slice of the pie Boy, I got the golden eye Rappers feelin' mortified But they gettin' high while I've drivin' by Me and the boys about to touch the sky No longer disguised, I'm feelin' Super Sized The boy plugged in, and I'm feelin' energized Got one life to live gotta do that shit right I know I said it twice if you heard Bad Company Get it through your head b Like nine inch nails Brace yourself, I'm gettin' ready to sail Soundin' real nice, got my shit on sale Don't forget to inhale when you smokin' wit me Yeah, I know it killed Kenny Wake up in the mornin' make a little Eggs Benny Summer time and I'm feelin' the heat Roll the windows down, got the tunes bumpin Ladies in the back, got the bass thumpin Boys in the front cus we livin' it up Better get drinkin' if you wanna keep up Couple chugs now I'm back in the groove Couple buds now I'm back in the mood Slammin' bud lights in the middle of the night Errybody lookin' for a fight But the only thing I juke is the box Pass me the AUX Cause you know I'm droppin' heat Bare feet like I'm runnin' over lava Back in high school you was sweet like baklava Back in high school, I used to pound the Brava Now you're gettin' all the money at the toonie bar Ain't that sweet I better change my sheets You can never be too safe Got a flow that’s fresher than toothpaste You two face like a toupee Kick push like I'm Lupe Used to be a skater That’s a joke, I could barely ollie Imma rap 'til I'm chillin' in Bali Roll the windows down, got the tunes bumpin Ladies in the back, got the bass thumpin Boys in the front cus we livin' it up Better get drinkin' if you wanna keep up Rockin' out like I'm Buddy Holly You probably thinkin' that I'm gettin' cocky Couldn't make it in hockey, I couldn't make it in ball But the boy stand tall like a corn stalk From a farm town yeah I got the fresh crop Know a couple cops so I gotta keep it cool For now I'm chillin' by my grandpas pool Pretty soon I'm bout to buy that dude a cottage Yeah, I'm bout to finish college Far from a scholar, fuck with my diploma I'mma market the game Nothing was the same, Drizzy Life's about to change baby Chillin' wit my headphones I can't hear you talkin Tried to tell my girl that they bout to be stalkin Got her feelin' grumpy like they Christopher Walken This is Lucifer talkin I'm fuckin' back baby Nicer than McGrady

Damn baby love the way you back it up on me Make me wanna marry you  You know this song is about you It’s gon’ embarrass you ain’t it Afterwards we gettin’ acquainted  We gettin’ naked like berry  Cus I know you like your smoothies and that’s puttin’ it loosely I know you like it when we groovin’ in the kitchen  Talkin’ about our plans in between a little bitchin’ Cus we know we ain’t perfect  But we workin’ on it You think you’re chubby but I think you’re flawless  I’ll be your hubby if you wanna count them dollas with me  Livin’ comfortably, we got the world in our palms  If we got the same goals then we gettin’ along World changin’ but we maintainin Good health, no complaints here Everybody tryna keep up with the Jones’s Nobody makin’ time to smell the roses  And they beautiful Just like your little face And your tiny little waist Pats, I know you want a taste I said I gotta have a taste  And they beautiful just like your little face and your tiny little waist I gotta have a taste Taste, taste, taste  Yeah you know you gonna be my boo forever  Down to every pleasure Every endeavor Cus we the dream team  Like ‘92 ‘93 the boy came out the womb Born to put a rapper in his tomb No raider, no Lora Pats is hotter than Florida They lovin’ my aura  Let’s fly to Bora Bora  No time for sortas or maybes  If you’re havin’ my babies  So ladies before you praise me  Just ensure you ain’t crazy  I know you like them crazy or I wouldn't be your lady What you mean sorta or maybe Boy I think you're actin' shady These little games, they don't phase me I'm on the defense like Casey Like Nintendo you play me You got me buzzin' like Shwayze World changin’ but we maintainin Good health, no complaints here Everybody tryna keep up with the Jones’s Nobody makin’ time to smell the roses  And they beautiful Just like your little face And your tiny little waist Pats, I know you want a taste I said I gotta have a taste  And they beautiful just like your little face and your tiny little waist I gotta have a taste Taste, taste, taste 

They said Pats, are you ready for the major leagues Tell 'em boy I’m Ken Griffey And I’m feelin’ shifty RIP to Nipsey I'mma let this marathon continue  When I’m on the venue  Know that shit bangin Know I roll with the pack like a penguin  I said what’s up with the Anguish fam  I got a little more room in the caravan  I don’t mind if you bandwagon  But quit naggin Yeah, I’m trackin’ all your patterns  Bout to get the ring like it’s Saturn  Haters gettin’ sadder and sadder Or is it more sad? My bad you don’t wanna feel my climax  These days I’m feelin’ calmer than a sea shore  Need a girl wit a butt no Seymour  Open up your eyes you could see more  They all blinded by the tabloids  Pats baby, know I got ‘em feelin’ paranoid  I’m coming through like a heat wave  On my Chiddy Bang I'mma make you have a bad day  Schedule packed so it’s Andale I’ll leave you in the dust if you throwin’ shade I’m tryna find sun in this land of grey  Sippin’ lemonade with a little vodka  Heat stroke, need a doctor  On the block posted up like Ibaka When I’m firin’ just get to the chopper Pussy messy like a whopper I don’t eat it I just pass on it Gary Payton on the Super Sonics Better wear a glove  Cus that girl nasty Think she got a bug And that voice raspy  You don’t know where she been  You gotta stay safe  Collectin’ dust like a lampshade  Pats baby and I move like a renegade Get ready cus your life’s about to change  Pack up your shit, time to board the plane (we flyin) Are you comin’ or goin It’s time to pick a side Swallow your pride and do the right thing (think about it) You wanna live like a king You gotta sacrifice everything (everything) I said you gotta sacrifice every little thing  It’s Pats baby, it ain’t nothin’ but a chicken wing (it ain't nothin)