Rush Hour

I give a fuck less and less every day

The more you give a fuck, I guess the less you make

Homie, we just out here tryna elevate

Heaven is a crime scene, stay behind the yellow tape

I started makin′ money in eleventh grade

Soon as I learned that the more you do, the less you wait

Got a bigger crib, always use the extra space

Shit was so different in 2008

Growin' pains, fill the open veins with Novocain

Relapse, I eat that, I don′t complain

I'm just ramblin'

You want war?

It′s N64, Blitz Champion

Out of space channelin′, brain-damagin'

Heavy rain, game cancelin′

Proud to be American

Yeah, they tell me, "Get yourself straight

How much more money can you make?"

I'm just tryna grow up old and rich

Maybe get married to a local bitch

I be, I be, I be, I be over shit

The world don′t give a fuck about your loneliness

I'm just tryna grow up old and rich

The world don′t give a fuck about your loneliness

I be, I be, I be, I be over shit

The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness

I'm a deranged motherfucker, took too many uppers

Now it′s rush hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker, yeah (Fifty million dollars)

I stuck around the past six summers

Karma is a bitch and that bitch don′t love ya, yeah

We was in the attic, you could smell the weed

Bitches gettin' naked, we was sellin′ E

Bitches kissin' bitches just like Ellen D

In the kitchen whippin′ biscuits, givin' generously

I thank the Lord I made it out, no STD (Word)

Lost a few too many brain cells, I′m special needs

Yeah, they tell me, "Get yourself straight

How much more money can you make?"

I'm just tryna grow up old and rich

Maybe get married to a local bitch

I be, I be, I be, I be over shit

The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness (No way, no way, no way, no way, no way)

I′m just tryna grow up old and rich

The world don′t give a fuck about your loneliness

I be, I be, I be, I be over shit

The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness

Ladies and gentlemen in attendance, good morning

It′s the baby face Don Dada checking in

And I want you to know

It ain't about complaining, it′s about maintaining

Know what I'm talking about

Don′t ever become content because you will repent

Ya feel that? Go get it

That's your life, go live it

Pass me my Hennessy and my Grand Marnier

If you will