Lyrics

[Intro] Plain Pat, what up? [Verse] I've always been the same since back in the day Always felt like we should get paid To be on magazines or we get played "Why did he say it?" I don't know, ask Gabe Now I'm on the magazines where the roses are Poppin' champagne and that Rosé Dom Won a few awards, then we went on tour And yup, in my bag, a whole bag of porn Magazines hate him, then they love him Then they hate him ("We hate him, fuck it, let's just say it then, fuck it") Cover of The FADER (Yeah) Now I'm on my way up (Now I'm on my way up!) Now you want me, say what? Huh, you want me, say what? I be talking my shit, so I guess I'm an asshole They be kick and pushin' like Lu Fiasco And I guess every time I'm just gon' get in that mode Suck up to the press, I guess I missed that boat I did an interview with the Rolling Stones Read the interview, man, the whole shit wrong Far as this shit go, you know the way I wanna glow I need Al Gore to recount that vote You know, uh, uh, you know Uh uh, you know, uh uh, you know You think that you know, but you have no idea You think you really know, but you have no idea You think you really know, but I'm right here You think you really know, but you have no idea And I'm gon' be the same my whole career I'm gon' stay the same my whole career (You know!)