Here I Go Again

Huh, uh
This my favorite part, nigga
Huh-uh, yeah
LordPhazer in this bitch
Uh-huh, oh, yeah
Ya dig?
Yeah
Here I go, here I go again
In Los Angeles, just came back from Japan
Here I go, here I go again, traveling, traveling

Uh, here I go, here I go again
I'm in Los Angeles, I just came back from Japan
I was on percocets everyday, wasn't fucking with them Xans
Here I go, Here I go again
Here I go, Here I go again
I'm in Los Angeles, I just came back from Japan
Everyday I was on percocets, wasn't fuckin' with them xans
Turned studio into a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans
I spent three thousand on some pants
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans
Yeah, a groupie and a fan
Still ain't trust her, so I fucked her with an Uzi in my hand

Woah, rocking that Rick, dawg
Feel like a big, dog, I got the drip sauce
Pocket watching got you pissed off
Just wait until you start staring at my wrist, dawg, ah
Let me not get superficial
I'm a sad boy when it come to heartbreak, it's in my lyrics
Y'all know that I got millions, y'all know that I got a mansion
On top of mansion, that's a big building
Popping like wheelies, I put the "Milli'" in "Million"
Wrist so cold like the AC on
All I care 'bout is hunnids, I tear these twenties like an ACL
What you know about money, uh
I got my throwback Gucci on
Finna get in that oochie coochie
Fuck a hoochie to this song, uh, uh, uh
Bootleg movies in my house, can't go to the movies, dog
I'm too important, they ask me if I have competition I say, "Nah"
They disappointed, I'm taking these pills, can't feel my jaw
I think I need a doctor's appointment, he tell me that nothing wrong
I still think that nigga wrong

Here I go, here I go again
I'm in Los Angeles, I just came back from Japan
Every day, I was doin' Percocets, wasn't fucking with them Xans
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans
I spent three thousand on some pants
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans
Yeah, a groupie and a fan
Still ain't trust her, so I fucked her with an Uzi in my hand

I see them haters watching me on the internet
Like, "Here he go, talkin' bout his new watch again"
"That's a two-tone skeleton AP on his hand"
"We get it," yeah, I know you get it
But you couldn't afford it if you worked for your life, nigga
That's your forever girl?
I just may go rent her
And drive that bitch around like a Mercedes Sprinter
So much money, they think I got a money printer
So much drama, sometimes I think I'm on Jerry Springer
I know some of these racist motherfuckers hate to pay up
Like, "Why the hell did we just have to book this dirty nigga?"
Uh, times change
But I still got that mask on my face like I'm in the KKK
Bought a brand-new guitar and a piano and a brand new AK
Yeah, just in case, a fuck nigga get in my way
Two .3-3 shots to a nigga in his face
Take two off his top like he gettin' a fade
Send 'em Roc Block niggas around your way
Bought a new watch, cost over 100k
So bright, can't see the time today
Yeah, but it's my time today
I'm gon' shine today
Yesterday, tomorrow, ayy, that mean I'm in my prime, okay

Here I go, here I go again
I'm in Los Angeles
I just came back from Japan
I was on Percocets every day, wasn't fucking with them Xans
Here I go, here I go again
Here I go, here I go again
I'm in Los Angeles, I just came back from Japan
Every day, I was doin' Percocets, wasn't fucking with them Xans
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans
I spent three thousand on some pants
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans
Yeah, a groupie and a fan
Still ain't trust her, so I fucked her with a Uzi in my hand

Woah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Triple nine the gang, you know it, yeah-yeah-yeah
When it come to this music shit, I'ma poet, yeah-yeah-yeah, oh
Billy Idol with that "Rebel Yell"
Fuck with me, I send you straight to Hell
Free my slime, hope he make bail
Keep him locked up if he tattle-tale