[Verse 1: Kel Francisco]
Success is just the sweetest revenge
Well my sweetest revenge is x'ing out fake friends
Who only there for the ends, and a piece of the cake
Cause now they seeing the leaves they wanna pull out the rakes
But I'm hip to the madness Macho Man over lames
King of the ring these suckas all feel the pain
I wanna go from cafes and making mocha lattes
To knocking on Kanye's door just to say hey
Saturday nights I'm cooling at the Bellagio
I can't believe it's not a dream treated like Fabio
I'm looking for the life, I just want it all
But before I start to walk I gotta learn how to crawl
Bottom to the top is a cliche rise
How about I seen hell so now I took to the skies
Canned because you weak and ya lines ain't clever
Best of luck to you on any future endeavors
n*gga
[Breakdown]
Stage cracking you can say I rock the mic
Switch the flow around had to take another height
Used to take money as a cashier
Now I'm stacking money, so bring the cash here
[Verse 2: Kel Francisco]
I used to be that n*gga they ain't wanna hear
Now I'm like Prince got my honeys pink cashmere
Wasn't pushing whips that was way back in yesteryear
Now I'm chillin' with the stars way past my stratosphere
I'm just ahead of my time
n*ggas need medics everytime I punchline
I just let my words flow from the broca
I'm colder than December 21st, Manitoba
Yea it's Kel but I ain't wild or in the closet
But I'm dropping pretty soon so you can quit the petty gossip
And these n*ggas still hating, I just wish that they would stop it
Cause even though you hate, I still stack profit
Yeah, and that's word to that profit
Live it like the last cause the next ain't promised
So if you ever need to know where to find me at
I'm out here making Illa-noise out in Chiraq
[Outro]
Yeah, Country Club!
Loc'ed out
One way or noway
Yeah...