Wrong way down a one-way, women don't get saved 'round me even on a Sunday.
What good is all the cash if it doesn't buy time and what good is bein famous if I'm never on your mind?
I'm a staple in my city, you can never ruin me.
Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers?
And really, I think I like who I'm becoming.
Took over my city and I never asked permission to.