I Don't Wanna Be You

[Verse 1: Glasses Malone]

Started A, skipped to see who wanna be you

It's a V-12, roof is see through

You know how G do, slow my swagger down

Then screw my swagger up, then load the mac with rounds

Then I hit your block, you better hit the house

I'll change that magazine, soon as this clip is out

You niggas talkin' bad, don't get to trippin' out

Cause yo daddy catch the blues, you know the crips is out

And we get nasty homie, just like a stripper's mouth

Wash them oil stains, cause once you slip it's pow

Noodles in your lap, sauce is on your seat

G is on the mic, Rotem on the beat

What it do, this how it's gotta be

Make 'em wash they mouth, ?

Now tell 'em squash the beef, they know my squad is deep

Or watch 'em play the pussy, I'll make 'em squat to pee

[Hook: Young Lace]

No, no, I do not see you

Started A and skipped the C cause I don't wanna be you

No, no, I do not see you

I started A and skipped the C cause I don't wanna be you

No, no, I don't wanna be you

I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna be you

I don't wanna be you

Started A and skipped the C cause I don't wanna be you

[Verse 2: Young Lace]

Big money speakin', I leave a nigga leakin'

Call me Nyquil cause I'll be leavin' niggas sleepin'

What is you thinkin'? Rappin' is my comfort

I'm gettin' that green, you can call it cucumbers

Crazy lifestyle, Evel Kinevel

My gun goes pop, there goes the weasle

I'm leavin' haters on the cement

Any given Sunday, now call me Willie Beamen

I stay schemin' and plottin'

On my next buck, I don't really give a fuck like I'm Rodman

I got wordplay, keep yah head bobbin'

And fuck a price tag, if I want it then I'm coppin'

Yeah, a nigga got a lot of leverage

I'm gettin' money, gettin' money is my heritage

I don't give a shit and I don't give a fuck either

I'm kinda like Nas, I be spittin' that ether

[Hook: Young Lace]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]

They've done cleared the planes for takeoff

So y'all gon' need to go hard or keep your day job

I'm on the same shit them rich niggas on

Backseat, playin' Xbox, Jordan slippers on

Sippin rose, smell the kush cologne

Tell 'em I need ESPN and ?

I get money, I'm grown

So I walk inside the bank like, "Honey I'm home"

And I'm the pilot so they call me cocky

Pocket full of presidents, the ones you see without the body

I'm gettin' face, I'm switchin' states

Sayin' prayers for my dog, I hope he whips his case

I set the pace, you follow suit

From the streets but I party where all the models do

If your friend's sexy, call her too

And skip past A and B, just let a nigga see all of you

[Hook: Young Lace]

[Verse 4: Guyana]

Two car garage, two cars inside

Two more in my driveway that I don't ever drive

Ten flatscreens in my crib, I'm in the backseat of my whip

I got a chauffeur in my Maybach that I pay stacks cause I'm rich

Got more glasses than Malone, gotta walk around with two phones

Cause them hoes won't leave me alone, got more cars than you've got clothes

Wiz wanna be my roommate, Louie V on my suitcase

You get the picture, Blu-Ray, I'm the one, you're too late

Doin' shit that's illegal, my connect is a chico

Take your money, repo, you rappers suck, deep throat

I'm not the same as you cheap hoes, those people that need dough

You walk around doin' free shows, I'm ballin', Tim Tebow

[Hook: Young Lace]