(Verse)
They give me their two cents, but I don’t give two shit’s
That’s nice advice, I’ma pass like two hits
My favorite rappers can’t rap no more, I think they’re too rich
I’m looking at these sellouts, homie why did you switch
For a bad bitch like Trina, to make it rain like el nina
You crossing over, like Tim Hardaway, senior
On the Warriors, you a princess like Xena
Drinking Zima, in your Beamer
Not doing your job like FEMA
See the smoke as it rose out the bowl, Pasadena
I wanna pack arenas , fuck packs of ballerinas
Portman and Kunis, give em’ both gonorrhea
But it was only gonorrhea, but it was only gonorrhea
I’m in Times Square, slinging mixtapes in front of Mamma Mia
Too big for this shit like Shaq in a Kia
Made five bucks, bought half a chicken a Pio Pio
Fuck a rapper dog, we all wanna collab with Aliyah

(Hook repeats 2X)
Sitting on the 7 train, head against the window pane
Just watching it rain, just watching it rain
Sitting on the 7 train, head against the window pane
Cause I’d rather be a no name, then sell my soul to you lames