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