International --?-- on the hills. See the house, see the car, check the watch I'm for real. Jump up in my ride, baby kick of your heels. You can fix your make-up on the way, baby chill chill.
Uh, Straight off the back. I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq. And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle. And snap back and battle my own shadow cause y'all wack and all that.
Every day I'm a star in the city. Walk the streets like a wanted man. All the time got my shine looking pretty. Motherfuckers all know who I am. Every day feel the heat in the city.