I've been sitting on the charts like a beach chair
My last album, spent 52 weeks there
Almost finished with the second, you should be scared
Storms coming you should go inside and prepare
No shortcuts, it ain't no cheats there
I brought the whole city out like a street fair
And ♥♥♥♥ it I'm the coldest white rapper in the game
Since the one with the bleached hair
Yeah, they love it when I talk ♥♥♥♥
I get around, yeah I'm on my 2Pac ♥♥♥♥
I kinda feel there's no girl I could not get
I'm not found at the function if it's not lit
Yeah, it's Nathan that no one can tell me
I made it here dolo, nobody to help me
From the Bay, the birthplace of the hyphy
So ♥♥♥♥♥ come and say to my face you don't like me