Curbside at The Ritz

(What do you desire?)
(Ain't a damn thing changed)
Ain't shit changed, yeah
I'm not gon' ever change
Let's be real (yeah)
Fuck 'em (yeah)

I'ma kill 'em with my talent
Nigga wanna beef with me so bad, know I hang with smackers
This bitch really wanna be with me, she know what's happenin'
Nigga know I ride luxury
So take off your shoes when you get in my car
I ride past y'all in traffic, have your bitch in awe
Back then, a nigga was trippin', I was hittin' these bitches raw

Now my mindset a lil' different, now I decline your call
Park on the curb, outside the Ritz, tell they ass, "Fuck 'em, we ball"
I beat the state, I'm feeling good, nigga had left me in awe
Pop taught me how to always clean the handprints off my car
Passed by these white people in this bitch, and I'm droppin' they jaw
They like, "Damn, how the fuck that black kid had made it that far?"
Set a goal for myself and I did it

Stop mentioning me with them lame-ass niggas
Stay the fuck out of my business
If I get one of you niggas touched, I ain't claiming I did it
I'ma just be satisfied and keep it kickin'
I ain't hangin' 'round none of these niggas
These days these niggas ain't real
These niggas ain't genuine

Catch me sideline with a bad bitch
With his lil' bitch at the game courtside, then after, I hit it (ooh)
When I used to walk past 'em, they laughed
Now when I ride past 'em she grinnin' (yeah)
If I was passin' out albums back then
They would throw it in the trash, now they listenin' (yeah)

(Desire)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh