[Mic Write] Yeah, this is for every next big thing
Every best kept secret
All those almost famous
Let's get it in
(Ugh. . .Yeah)

What you know about Detroit Summers in an Enterprise rental
Fresh new kicks at your local Footlocker
Ya boy work at both
Got the employee discount
Fix you up cheap like the local hood doctor
Save you a few bucks so when you hit the club that night
You can get down with the really good vodka
Grey Goose, Ciroc maybe that BeleV
F#@! what they tell me
We living like stars
We pop Coronas
Put limes in the bottle spend time with the models
Spit rhymes in staccato
Couple dimes on the lotto hoping we hit it
If we don't we get it back through rappin' nigga
Grind's the motto
You aint heard?
I'm the biggest rap star in my apartment
Buildin'- chillin
Somewhere on the 1st floor
Worse or better
We make due with the cheddar that we got
Just imagine when we get out first million (What?)

[Chorus] Big house
We ain't got that
But we still got room for improvement
Fast cars
Not really dog
But we still got one helluva movement
Champagne Nights on a Red Stripe Budget
Folks wanna' stop it but they just can't budge it
Too much fun to let the stress ever touch it
Living like a star till we living like a star

[Blak Smith] Just a hour 'go
I was out of dough
Down to my last dolla at the dolla sto'
But see my folks
We got high hopes
I play it 50/50
Try to hit the lotto for-
A hundred million
No ceiling
We jumpin' out the sky like Geronimo
I don't know, we gotta blow like champagne bottles so
Peel off that couture girl and slide on my banana boat

[Kopelli] Though money been funny I still feel I'm the flyest
Can't cop confidence higher than mine is
We like stars
Ya' girl tellin me sign this
She can see what the result of the grind is (She forsees it)
But I can't really blame her don't need game to tame her she sprung
We almost famous
All in your dame is
Shamlessly jockin Cold Men Young

[Chorus]

[Phenom] Roll up the trees and let's go home
Only top ten rapper with a Metro phone
Got a bed girls wanna shoot a sex show on
And I smoke the type a green that the Jets throw on
Yeah rent kinda hard to get
Whip i can hardly get
Let the Bacardi tip
I be on that party shit
Summertime cook outs
Niggas on the look out
The life of Young Phenom
Somethin' to write a book bout
Thinkin' bout all the loans that I took out
Pregnant hustle cause you know I'm gon' push out
After high school man I kinda got put out
Move to the burbs but they couldn't take the hood out
Niggas been trippin' but I ain't gotta foot out
Mad cause they girlfriends always wanna put out
Hella hate got a nigga tryna get that hella cake
Tell a fake nigga that we here so lets celebrate

[Chorus]

[Mic Write] Yeah man that's what we do. . .We make Bridge Cards look like Black Cards

[Blak Smith] Got this crease in my slacks. . .My grandaddy loafers. . .Nah, for real these my grandaddy's loafers for real. . .Kenneth Cole

[Kopelli] Man I feel you. . .See me with the swag man, I'm pushing the rusty hatchback like a Jag

[Phenom] Man I got all the girls. . .I got a bus it baby. . .She always taking the bus for me. . .Baby