It's like everywhere I look or everywhere I go
Somebody got a problem with the way a nigga flow
The way a nigga glow cause I got a lil' doe
Well I ain't get œfrosty? mopping up a Wendy's flo'
I got on my swagger, now they hate the way I talk
They hate how my left leg bop when I walk
As the œyoung and the restless? pray on my funeral
We go CBS cause we're the œBold and the Beautiful?
It's the passion that makes me do what I do
This ain't over no bitch and I don't do it for you
Nah! I do it for me, hit my perspective and see
Come be bossy in the life and times of Y.G.
I'm not a material man but my materials great
So when you see me wit materials that's just Young Gatez
Nah! That ain't Steph, cause Steph don't floss
I jus do that Young Gatez shit to piss ya'll off

(Chorus)
Hate-on-me
Fear that shit
I know they love 2 here that shit (X4)

It's like everywhere I look shit is absurd
You get them handcuffs off ya mind you free as a bird
They sick at the sight me so this one might do em' in
It might choke em' they hate when my shit's though provokin'
And I don't think they hate the thoughts but the nigga that thought em'
And that it wasn't the white man but was a nigga that taught em'
And with that said u don't like racism you'll hate this
And no I'm not a racist let me explain my case it's¦
The fact that the matter that this business chose me
So with all do logic this where I'm supposed 2 be
My niggaz know me but to ya'll I'm jus a stranger
I don't know if it's cause I'm good but the sight of me is danger
One hand one banger and a denim pair of wranglers
Sand kicking on my boots got my spurs on the change up
And I walk as œLone Ranger? and spend 9 looking for œ10?
When all I really needed was œFriends?

(Chorus x4)

It's like everywhere I look the frowns grow
Cause everything I'm touching is turning to gold
The niggaz love me when I'm poor cause I was jus like them
The bitches hated me broke cause I was jus like them
And you know they gotta ball out and fall out
And you'll spend your whole life tricking' just trynna get them drawers out
I had mine wit no jewels or shopping sprees
But I was œJuvenile? and got burnt œ400 Degreez?
I thought a long check would bring a long life with ease
But as I draw closer to it I'm not sure what I see
I got those that's on they knees and those plotting a siege
And I feel like when congress asked Nixon to leave
I'm not liked but I'm loved by those who really can see
Plus this high rank life is an addiction to me
I'm on top of my game but they pray on my downfall
They brainstorming on my death and they expecting a downpour
thanks to [me1] for the lyrics