In The Club [Verse 1:] Look out I'm so high in the sky gotta look out for power lines Got blue diamonds niggas call me mr. caroline Fresh a paralones and these not cheap Each shoe I buy bout 350 each If I stand on my wallet Imma grow 3 feet I hustle hard nigga being broke not me I'm bout the law nigga see I run these streets The game one big pussy and I'm bout to go deep I don't sleep got a fleet of young hustlers I'm a A-Town nigga with some L.A. muscle I'm not Usher but yes I got it bad Only 18 makin more money than your dad Not from rap not movin no script Never meet a young nigga that can hustle like this Rappin is a hobby if I wanted I can quit And go back to the streets go back to the bricks [Verse 2:] Pull up in some four call it european stuntin Blue and pink diamonds got em sick to they stomach Now what you vomit, shit I been flossin Homeboy to the prince of the A this is nothin Push the button listen to my engine start Dolla funky fresh like I got dressed with a fart Now play your part shes a Pigeon I'm a spark Get money up and down like Mickey D's arch I Get the keys then you can't see the keys Like Pianos in the dark Ey I got a purple heart Dope Boy man I don't fear shit I said the GANG holdin tight while you niggas loosin grip Man don't slip take your shoes off your lips Run your mouth like a woman fuck boy your not hip And I'm this I'm that I'm it Just to sum it all up overall I'm the shit