Ramona

[Chorus] I've got so much to say I know I've came so far You understand my Swag The you should look up in the stars The stars, the stars, the stars [Verse 1: Kid Cudi] No big names. No big chains Just Plain Pat visions with some sick aim Cool Beans though, 10 Deep Jeans ho Stampede fitted in the range with a knitted No gimmick: Real time, Real heart Real words...Elegant: A piece of art No famous name vouch and I'm still the shit Nigga first couple songs, no guest appearances Now you sick, mayne. I ain't takin stabs I'm just taking names, then I'm kickin' ass I'll never be retro like a Cool Kid With only two songs, look at what I did Me and my nigga Wale let them suckas pass Till we fed up and wet up Where niggas keep they swag To the 'R'. Ruin niggas hopes of success After LeBron, I'm what's next [Bridge] Look up at da stars Look up at da stars Look up at da stars [Verse 2: Wale] Now I'm back on my grizzle, A plethora of strippers I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle I'm curious Jorge, Fuck what dem whores say Most of them is faker than the horse hair they forced in I be in the club looking for a couple more of dem Sorta like my first date. Fresher by the hullin' I don't need your girl. Man I got a lot They say he got a lot of whips, well I got A LOT You can't unwind it. Rising and climbing Ain't nobody brighter... I'm the man Winona Ryder Lex Luger, narcissist, the mirrors get excited The game is a store, Then miracle what I am Maryland where I am, You niggas is behind us There is not a list to find 'em Anti-violent...Stylin, Lyrically inclined and Who so ever hate, Mother shower him in violets [Chorus] I've got so much to say I know I've came so far You understand my Swag The you should look up in the stars The stars, the stars, the stars