Wesley's Theory

Original

Every nigga is a star.

Every nigga is a star.

Every nigga is a star.

Every nigga is a star. Every nigga is a star.

Who would have thought that you and I and every nigga is a star.

Hit me!

When the four corners of this cocoon collide, you'll slip through the cracks hoping that you'll survive.

Gather your wit, take a deep look inside. Are you really who they idolize? To feel the butterfly.

At first I did love you.

But I just wanna fuck.

Late nights thinking of you.

Until I got my nut.

Toss and turn, lesson learned.

You was my first girlfriend.

Bridges burn all across the board.

Each door, -but what for? -When I get signed, homie, I'm acting fool.

Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room.

Snatch a little secretary bitch for the homies. Blue-eyed devil with a fat ass monkey.

I'ma buy a brand new Caddy on fours. Trunk the hood up two times, do four.

Platinum on everything, platinum on wedding ring. Married to the game and a bad bitch shows. When I get signed, homie,

I'ma buy strap. Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap.

Take a few M16s to the hood. Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?

I'ma put the cop that swamped me by the White House. Republican run up, get socked out. Hit the press with a

Cuban link on my neck. Uneducated, but I got a million dollar check like that.

We should never cave, we should never cave. Niggas, money go back home.

Money go back home. We should never cave, we should never cave.

Niggas, money go back home. Money go back home. Everybody get up.

At first I did love you.

But I just wanna fuck.

Late nights thinking of you.

Until I got my nut. Toss and turn, lesson learned.

You was my first girlfriend.

Bridges burn all across the board.

Each door, but what for?

Yo, what's up? It's Dre.

Remember the first time you came out to the house?

You said you wanted a spot like mine.

But remember, anybody can get it.

The hard part is keeping it, motherfucker.

What you want? You a house, you a car? Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar?

Anything, say my name is Uncle Sam on your dog.

Motherfucker, you could live at the mall. I know you're a cop. That's right, I'm a cop. Don't have receipts.

Aw man, that's fine. Pay me later, wear those gators. Cliché and say fuck your haters.

I can see the bottle in you. I can see the dollar in you.

Little white lies, but it's no white collar in you.

But it's whatever though because I'm still following you. Because you make me live forever, baby.

Count it all together, baby. Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby. Your horoscope is a

Gemini, two sides. So you better cop everything two times.

Two coupes, two chains, two C-notes. Too much and enough, both we know.

Christmas, tell 'em what's on your wishlist. Get it all, you deserve it, Kendrick. And when you hit the White

House, do you. But remember you ain't pass economics in school.

And everything you buy, taxes will deny. How Wesley sniped your ass before thirty-five.

Yeah, looking down, it's quite a drop.

-It's quite a drop, drop, drop. -Looking good when you're on top.

-We on top together. -Real metaphors.

Leaving metaphors metaphysically in a state of euphoria.

Look both ways before you cross my mind.

We should never cave, we should never cave. Niggas, money go back home. Money go back home.

We should never cave, we should never cave. Niggas, money go back home.

Money -go back home.

-Tax man coming, tax man coming, tax man coming, tax man coming