作词 : Ishmael Butler
 作曲 : Ishmael Butler
All that diamond dust
Flowin' up your hose
Flamboyant obstacles
Deals made to cope
Wow
Ignore the truths
Shots at all these soft niggas, huh
Ideas in recline
Rise of the lost
Yea yea
Yea yea
No yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Hey, here we stand
Slave to network's master plans
Swag's the brand, open the can
Change off, still y'all never ran
I brag, i boast, i kill, i coast
I toast to cake and crime
Doin' the most, a stronger dose

A king at leisure time
So, so, your grace of mind
D**e is laced fantasticized
Gang signs points to hang them high
Who, swindle, oh yeah that's my guide
The forecast he gives chance to blast
Hussle dough, sure don't seem fast
My kiss, my list, my dreams, my stats:
These certain things need not be asked

You

Oh you

You think i'm selfish
Exist only to wish on stars
Lay in wait and cut the bars down
Then go ice the guards
Touch the hood and go kiss granny
Catch a box of food
Play the blade and feel that sunlight
Till you're in the mood

But who do you think you are
Who do you think you are
Who do you think you are
Who do you think who you are
Who do you thank who you are