[Chorus: Staples] Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah)
[Verse 1: Staples] Is your house big? Is your car Is your fine? Fuck her all night Is you well paid? Are shows packed? If your song played, they know that? How the life? How the love life? How the workload? Is buzz right? Do the jump? Is the club right? Got your right? Boy, yeah right
[Chorus: Staples] [Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah)
2: Vince Staples] Pretty wanna slit the wrist women wanna be a rich man's bitch Pretty women want a kids women want a new ass, new lips Pretty women push a Benz Come and she won't let you in through the checks, she gets it in Diamonds on your neck, is pretend?
[Chorus: Staples] Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
[Bridge: Got an enemy that changes dependin' what You're Got an that tells you off, blockin' what's efficient You're in You to get a better idea about the lifestyle You're Keep pretendin' you real Until every is erased
3: Kendrick Lamar] Pop 'til it's Pop 'til the pop Pop 'til he Pop like four on the floor in rotation No demand, I understand my name is only for conversation New York nigga be "deadass" L.A. nigga be like "on the homies" I was off the porch like 211, got on me twilight the zeitgeist Roll like fried and tempura shrimp Temporary pimp, nah, don't remember Just yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin' gym like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty Paid like two Wayne's, retire early Fade like shadows, corrallin' the A bitches decision for you, is Collision, the money, and fame, the The physicist, the chemist, the Collateral for Kendrick exchange Compatible for with more to gain A sad nigga? Yeah I don't fight but I bear fight Lookin' for my next for the headlight Hangin' though my last four for the highlights My life, high life, five, bye, bye
[Chorus: Vince Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)