Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kid Ink] Act like you ain't heard Know I stay mad fly like Angry Birds Kid Ink, I'm a beast, dog, heard me? Pockets on Kirby, tell 'em that it's curtains Draped up, fronting for my lateness Spit that raw, no latex, all you niggas safe sex West side alumni, Batgang what I rep Shake 'em up and watch 'em disappear like an Etch A Sketch Yeah, I'm the truth, you the one that she lied to Probably got your girl taking orders like a drive-thru Stay so hot, ain't nobody in my eye view Blunt too fat, need a motherfucking lipo Yeah, only J's are the ones on my feet Concrete nigga, I came from the streets Now, "Mother may I?" "Yes indeed" Got my weight up, you see the freshman fifteen, woo! [Verse 2: Macklemore] One time, now I'm from the city of Seattle, never been on that hat troop Never played the guitar, never gotten a tattoo Unless you were a band or a singer in a flannel Then the street wasn't listening like the city was soundproof This is for my outcasts, who live without mass Thrift shop hustles who make it without cash That can take a fat woman's fur jacket out the trash can And make it look like something Gucci Mane has My mama said to keep on shining Stare the crowd in the face, never let 'em close their eyelids It's just that moment you show them you're alive, bang Give 'em who you are, why the hell are you hidin'? So toughen up, sink or swim or knuckle up I never play to be a runner-up on any team Nah, it's just that hustle 'cause when labels wanna fuck with us We've build fan bases and turned fans to family Now for the world staring at that screen We direct to video with our heart on our... nah Fuck it, I'm sleeveless, stitch the cadence, a seamstress Better re-up and eat that beat, I need that bass like a fiend does Needle in my arm, plug into the speakers Heroin don, kick the habit, change dealers Addict who'd probably buy Louis Vuitton if it was cheaper But I realize that you can't fill the void with a Visa I got a chain with a space for Jesus I haven't been to church in years, "Have you seen him?" Live for the ideas, record beneath the heavens 'Cause if I don't write my story, then somebody else will tell it [Verse 3: Don Trip] My baby mama told the judge I was a millionaire Wish somebody told me, I'm still dealing squares Victory, yeah, the feeling's rare But the trigger on a blicker thinner than a hair And yo' girlfriend wetter than a wishing well But I'd box with a bear before I hit her bare Me in my kids in the mall tryna Build-a-Bear And I can't find a Lamborghini Power Wheel anywhere Hi ho, let's lay Never mind my name, just know I'm paid And I gets head, home girl, I'm a fade So fresh to death, I should bathe in a grave And so I never spent a day in the cage I got old school shooters like Ray with the Trey Fuck a freestyle, I get paid for what I say Read the story of my life, getting paid's on every page [Verse 4: Iggy Azalea] You know I'm illy, who you kiddin'? Go and tell your friends I am the chief, and y'all just the Indians Iggy is a big dog, chillin' in the left lane But ain't got no leads, you chickens, you ain't free-range You bitches can't see me, I aim high, honey Throw stones at your face, never bother with your body Cut straight to the chase, new age vigilante You ain't taking shit from me, show my teeth, if you want it Baby, what you looking at is a fearless heart, hungry What you smellin' on me is me getting to the money Going green, flexing on 'em, feeling like Gumby Everybody on my dick, they wanna ride my pony On my own dime, don't need no one to sponsor me Smart bitches know, you ain't never eat a lunch that's free You gassed up off it, don't know the cost of it Got my name on it, you late, I conquer