"Driver's Seat" All about me-me-me-me-me like I'm vocalizin' Mind open, free range, just another broad horizon You say you love me, girl I love me too So gimme space to make my moves, the world'll love me too See, I'm tryna be the rap games most wanted Fuck the BS, I'm in my zone but I ain't blunted The only thing I'm focused on is the scrilla Them niggaz all chimps, I'm Grodd wit' my Gorilla It's the return of the real like Tracy in '9-6 Niggaz still don't understand the Fineprint Uneasy rests my head, but I ain't wearin' a crown I want my name in lights, niggaz wanna tear it down How you niggaz gon' tell me I can't shine? It's like I'm in the driver's seat, diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain I wish a nigga would change I've been at this for years; y'all wish you could hang Got no time for the drama, no time for the games Fuck all y'all, I'm just doin' my thang Boy stop-- y'all out here trippin' Need to handle ya biz an' quit bullshittin' I've been on it, go for mine like a Spartan I bogard, step on toes, nigga fuck a pardon Over the years my heart has been hardened Very inconsiderate when it comes to romantic shit But I do show some respect to few 'Til they flip 'cause they ain't get what they expect of you So excuse my French when I dog 'em like a Briard I'll never be as soft as Breyer's once acquired Give me the chance to make it-- fa'real-- I can love you All you gotta do for me is remain loyal Real talk, nobody adores you like I adore you I'm grindin' hard just to make it for you Just have my back, you'll reap the benefits Don't worry 'bout them other chicks, ma, you been the bitch Excuse me-- baby, you been the shit What we started, you know we gotta finish it I talk that player talk, but you're the apple of my eye Lot of times I wanna snap, but that subsides 'Cause you be irkin', an' it seems shit ain't workin' But deep inside I feel nann is deservin' Of this big ol' heart in my chest Mind, body an' soul, I give my all to you unless You show to me a side of you that I ain't really feelin' Then it's deuces, I'm ridin' off, Run-Flat rubber peelin' Look, I know the neglect is unappealin' But in due time all will be revealed So when you feel upset, say peace be still Once I'm done rollin', you can take the wheel An' that's real...

"Smoke One For Me (Rollin')" Intro: (Nigga I'm back on that shit) You gotta show love to the kid Who gon' tell me I can't shine in this bitch? (So you better not trip) Or I'ma be splittin' ya wig I'll take you on, man, small or big (Suck a nigga fuckin' dick) Ik you like to hate on the kid Legend in the making up in this bitch (Don't fuck wit' my clique) Or I'll have to bring you hell It's Fineprint reppin' #TGL Awww shit... Verse 1: On the microphone I'm always in my zone Turn on a beat an' my mind just roams Been 26 years, damn time has flown I'll be proud once I get it on my own They call me grown, but I ain't walkin' in no bigger shoes They love watchin' a nigga lose Small city, so I gotta make some bigger moves To be the boss in this ho cashin' in on bigger dues Many may try, but they'll never understand this 'Cause livin' the lifestyle of the rich and infamous is what my plan is The music biz stressful, an' I ain't even got my feet wet But I possess a lil science of a vet Learnin' from the greats how to operate 'Bound to make a mark, even if it's years late If you can relate, then yo-- gon' light one up Nigga burn a nice one up, 'cause... Hook(x1): You should be rollin', turnin' up the volume while you're rollin' Smokin' one for me 'cause a nigga ain't tokin' Whether lux sedan or '64 wit' the 3-wheel motion You should be smokin' An' rollin', turnin' up the volume while you're rollin' Smokin' one for me 'cause a nigga ain't tokin' Whether lux sedan or '64 wit' the 3-wheel motion You should be smokin' Verse 2: I wake up wit' money on my mind Schemin' for a fast way to get it; you know one, then I'm wit' it I'm 'bout it 'cause I'm sick of bein' broke Ski mask way mindstate, man, this is no joke Told Momz how I think about robbin' niggaz Nigga... that shit broke her muhfuckin' heart I was 19 then, I just wanted to shine That 9 to 5 work grind wasn't made for my design Fam be callin' me lazy, they never understood I have my own process of how I wanna get it Navigatin', tryin' not to get lost like Amelia Or niggaz that's gone on sinsemilla Natural high, special grade; you burnin' Reggie Miller In ya Vega's an' Swishers; nigga blaze killer Any nigga say I ain't iller, knife one up Then go light one up, 'cause Hook(x1)

"Cult Status" I want a buzz bigger than makin' paper planes outta Benjamins Need 'em to mention my name on the constant I swear, this music shit'll have you in a rumor mill Grapevines from which fools make impure wine Remain trill, I'm chillin' like shaved ice Treat labels like Progressive, nigga name ya price Never will I give up my independence for 10 cents CEOs treat you like them hungry Ethiopes Strugglin' day an' night, nigga we need to cope It's a cold world, colder game; niggaz need a coat But a goosedown can't protect when the blizzard hits So when the chips are down, you see who ya niggaz wit' So down to earth I create fissures To separate the real from the carbon copy figgaz Too much stewin' in my potluck Not a product of my city, my city just got product Niggaz ain't prepared for the journey See they lil careers go from the stage to the gurney Then to the morgue, coroner's autopsy 'Cause of death? Too much hype an' moxie I came for cult status, you can kiss the ring on the pinky Then the pinky toe, Don Juan ether flow Blow me like a peakflow meter, I need Derek Jeter dough Cream fat to keep the whip on ill sneakers yo... Turn up ya speakers, bro...

"Attack Choppers" Hook(x2): Fuck a Leer jet, gimme attack choppers Fuck a rap group, nigga we gon' be mobsters In tailored suits, nigga we gon' look proper The world is ours, man; who gon' stop us? 26 wit'out a baby an' no nuptials All money to me is prenuptial Any of you chicks should be esteemed I still fuck wit' you Especially considerin' the fact that I ain't fuckin' you I've reached the point in my life where I'm just doggish Oppurtunity lookin' fly, I'm feelin' froggish So far my record is clean, let's keep it flawless New Chief of Staff all in yo Oval Office Basically, new dick up in yo pussy, bitch Rub ya pussy lips, keep it gushy, bitch I'm on some other shit, that fuck you an' yo mother shit Gravel road, rollin' stone; better off when on my own Ego might be overblown, but fuck it 'cause I said such Cummin' on her breasts, call that shit chestnuts Guess what? Deez nuts, you niggaz must've laughed I'm the shit an' cut the mustard, now it's mustard gas I'm money hungry, that's Young Dolph; on the path of a young boss You runnin' ya gums off, niggaz might let them guns off Them niggaz goons, just bein' real +The Most Dangerous Game+, in for the kill Hook(x2)

"Stash Box (Proton Pack)" Sunroof action, slide back an' take in the light Ready to go Charles Bronson on these niggaz Real talk, Jesus lips an' tongue; could there be a better soundbite? If it don't make sense/cents, it don't make figures Future Sight, I'ma hit these niggaz later Bust off wit' the power of Brick Bardo's hand-cannon Soundbombin', cultivatin' special herbs Fuckin' actors, niggaz more Stephen Dorf than Ganon They can't get high, washed-up niggaz just plummet Drownin', over-fertalizin', bad hydroponics At my summit, blood in my eye, plasma screen Zenith So I can't see it, if you get the picture My metaphors an' similes, I try not to brag on But the diehard kids be on my balls like I'm Shenron I'm dyin' for this like Yamcha an' Krillin You smell me? Ik y'all knows/nose like penicillin Abstract... that's all in my soul The very fiber of my bein'; cultured like Europeans Doors up, take 'em back like DeLoreans Stash box big enough to fit a Proton Pack R.I.P. to Harold Ramis, explodin' like I crossed the streams Man, y'all straight anus Rough cuts, Shogun slash, bring Ason back In exchange for a sacrifice of these trash fuckz Old heads say I shouldn't speak on the New School But there ain't nothin' unique in the New School I know no idea's original, yet an' still Niggaz supposed to be rappers, but singin' like Dru Hill Am I a fool still For longin' for the old days when niggaz kept it real? If niggaz ain't perpetratin', they're too arrogant Claimin' genius when it's so transparent Ya glass house got fingerprints on it from niggaz lookin' in The outsiders know what's up, why pretend? Fa'real... The outsiders know what's up, why pretend?

"Cut Supreme Theme Muzik (2nd Remix)" Verse 1: Dreams of luxury an' high fashion, Givenchy all on me Rottweiler printed tees-- bitch please I can't even stunt, sit here an' lie like I don't wanna stunt Roll thru yo strip wit' "Laidback" wangin' out the trunk Bump my mixtape baby Show a nigga that you got love for 'im $80 boxers on, show a nigga you got sumpin' for 'im Keep it brief, do that shit in porno star form Sex tape, hold it now, feel my Mike D when I hit it R.I.P. to MCA Baby you gon' hold more than a shower rod My third leg, kick stand, photogenic like a tripod Gotta keep my groupies in check Like Celie shavin' Mister, the way they at a nigga neck They say I'm chill like a pimp ass Eskimo Pull a chick into my world like "The Vision of Escaflow" I mean Escaflowne; fire in my music Apollo Helios, a titan/god But this ain't self-righteous or sacrilegious It's just a higher caliber when you're rappin' wit' us Now roll a nice one, pretty like a Persian rug Pat ya pussy, write my name on ya breasts Success, I do this for the diamond in the back BBS rims an' Pirelli run-flats Hook(x2): Ma, is you fuckin' wit' a nigga or nah? Cut Supreme, candy-painted, rollin' like stuffed cigars Bitch get in, this ain't no pick-up line Okay I'm lyin', this my theme; a nigga can't dream? Verse 2: Hotter than ever, rollin' like Pirelli P7's Snake eyes to the loser for my lil' piece of Heaven Mind on racks to keep these haters out my tax bracket Sick of bein' broke, life is tragic Ever since a young seed, I've had my mind on fast cars an' mansions Coppin' mad land for expansion Entrepreneurial mindstate for my empire Pass the bar, Fineprint esquire I can be the perfect gentlemen, I'm just brutish towards simpletons Little men, I belittle them Hock phlegm an' spit on them... they disgust me I can't walk around like 'em anymore lookin' dusty Fools don't wanna do better, just wanna cypher Be self-righteous like they kids don't need diapers Complain about the game, won't make a effort to change it A Facebook post won't establish ya name kid You gotta get up, get out an' do somethin', ya know? That's what I always tell myself These hoes come an' go, just like the wealth So I treat 'em like a notch on my belt, an' then I ask 'em Is you fuckin' wit' a nigga or nah? She retorts "Are you just thinkin' 'bout removin' my bra?" I'm like, it's more than that, I wanna be breakin' you off But once the run is over, then I'll be takin' you off But hey, at least I'm bein' real wit' you We ain't exclusive, let them other niggaz deal wit' you I just wanna drink a bit, sit back an' chill wit' you Refresh ya mindstate once a nigga build wit' you Hook(x2)