They just give me head while the haters give me promo.
This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan
We all got dreams and we all star reaching
Me, my niggas and some Madonna hoes that look just like virgins but trust they down to go.
Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments.
I still just like everybody else need to meet quotas with my spins, with my buzz and make my way into the office. It has to be undeniable; the world has to know about you before Jay-Z makes a call.