I'm no where to be found under my top sheets
At 7 am, when the Alarm clock beeps,
Cause Jon Baylor sent over some new Hot beats
And you know that don't mean that JR got sleep
Music all day and night
That's what pays for my crazy life
A lot of love, a lot of hate. Cause I made it right?
Thinking back on the days of major strife
As I flow away the night
This my job now, I'm a superstar
Drive with the top down in the newest car
Anything I want I can purchase
The words in my verses let me splurge on my urges
Top Ten, Top 5, I am top tier
Girls see me, they shriek, and then sob tears
And just when its looking like Robs Year
Unfortunately, the dream stops here
And everything in life that I've ever wanted
Well... now I own it
And life couldn't be much better
But then I realized
It's all
It's all
It's all a dream
I write books, ghostwrite hooks
I'm a published author getting tons of offers
Cash filling up the coffers
Over this money, I couldn't C U if you were covered in copper
Rap Genius and Mostly Junk Food pay the bills
After taxes, I make about 80 mil
This must be how Baby feels
Crazy eel , Moray
No one's enamored or amore with Toure
They flock to read all my story's
Every restaurant I go to the waiter, the maitre d address me as signore
Why? Cause I'm that shit, and my bomb ass quips
Get read like Compact discs
I got Jay-Z and Wayne in my Contact List
And every book I pen is a hit like a combat fist