verse 1 look at me now what you see in me it s like lookin into a eight ball all i see is cake awe they ain t let me take off but don t worry about the place where i take y all close your eyes for the whole ride i m the pilot and when the speaker on silence and when i m done moafuckin y all open them eyelids wide bitch just landed back from the future rapped up don t worry what i do to get kush wit the gucca lookin like i m straight out the dreams of king luther martin astons martins push button start and reversin the parkin like doin donuts cream filled chocolate let that go err then i just park it watch me get don t when a shut out straight dubs still sell those to 8 grub cop some new chucks and then hit clubs still gettin money first then get love like coke line and a wine glass for that red dress women with that high class still chained up bitch showin off my tats white men lookin like damn where d you find that cuz i m a walkin museum look at but don t feel them can see the wounds but can t heal em you just gotta put your hands to the ceilin so put your hands to the celinin yeah just put your hands to the ceilin and climax every bitch on the pill once you straighten your back is you good do you feelin this paradise paradise is where you find me at paradise paradise is where you find me at might be standin right beside a nigga but i m in paradise even though you see a nigga i m gone verse 2 the coldest nigga in a montclair and when she calls would you lie there if i ain t got it i ain t find it yet i won t say i m fly less i m in a private jet boy i m not a fan niggas wanna shine through the pain bet there s no chain on my diamond neck recognize a true leader the new leader of the new school i ma need at least two divas a swizz beat and the key is to realize ya the flow high like a stove from ikea romeo can t die rest in peace to aaliyah cut from a different cloth i let her know b4 i finish off you gotta go when i come then i come we got to go i been a boss headed straight for the top i m peelin off so i can peel off the top in a porsche this ain t nothin to make a joke off this what big and pac spoke of a real nigga smoke up and get lean cuz these bitches got no love i m goin in no glove so hard so tough she feel sick the kid s high so what bitch i m bout to blow up take o for a single and they know i m single committed to the game money my other language how you know bilingual cut to the chase all outta dreams hip to my game you know what i mean paradise paradise is where you find me at paradise paradise is where you find me at might be standin right beside a nigga but i m in paradise even though you see a nigga i m gone 3 black and suck my dick pause for the po s dope like blowin the table follow your nose used to follow all o the hoes now i call em take off alla your clothes they fall like autumn how i mean to brag n put your swag in the coffin let the beat bang bang so awesome niggas in the streets like tobang caution how my fans stay patient we plan to change the nation but until then ten blunts in rotation money like the first of the month and it feels so amazin thinkin bout my dream car and my mind racin headed to the top in a spaceship and the top ain t spacious