I ordered a Frappuccino, wheres my fucking Frappuccino?
Alright, lets do this.
When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see
When I pretend, I can forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can, but
I cant pretend this is the way itll stay, Im just
Trying to bend the truth
I cant pretend Im who you want me to be so Im
Lying my way from
If you feelin like a pimp, nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy, baby, dont forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to yall, probably be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things that go with the Porsche
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga, grippin my balls
Said the ladies, they love me
From the bleachers they screamin
All the ballers is bouncin, they like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin off the track that Im makin
But all the hustlers, they love it, just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom of bottom, to the Top of the Pops
Nigga, London, Japan and Im straight off the block
Like a running back, get it? Man, Im straight off the block
I can run it back, nigga, ‘cause Im straight with the Roc, cmon
If you feelin like a pimp, nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy, baby, dont forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
Your homie Hov in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokersll test ya
But, like, 52 cards went out, Im through dealin
Now 52 bars come out, now you feel em
Now 52 cars roll out, remove ceilin
In case 52 broads come out, now you chillin
With a boss, bitch, of course, S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, Im a grown-up for real, chill
Yeah, I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be
Remember listenin to all of that and this again
So I pretended up a person who was fittin in
And now you think this person really is me and Im
Trying to bend the truth
But the more I push, the more Im pulling away cause Im
Lying my way from
You 
I wanna be pushed aside, so let me go
Let me take me back my life, Id rather be all alone
Anywhere on my own, cause I can see
The very worst part of you, the very worst part of you
Is me
This isnt what I wanted to be
I never thought that what I said would have you running from me
Like this, this isnt what I wanted to be
I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like this, this isnt what I wanted to be
I never thought that what I said would have you running from me
Like this, this isnt what I wanted to be
I never thought that what I said would have you running from me
Like this
You 
I wanna be pushed aside, so let me go
Let me take me back my life, Id rather be all alone
Anywhere on my own, cause I can see
The very worst part of you, the very worst part of you
Is me
Biatch!