No More Parties In LA

La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
 La da da da di da da-a, la-a
 Let me tell you, I'm out here
 From a very far away place
 All for a chance to be a star
 Nowhere seems to be too far
 No more parties in L.A
 Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
 No more parties in L.A
 Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
 No more (Los Angeles)
 Please (shake that body, party that bod-)
 Please (shake that body, party that body)
 Please (shake that body, party that body)
 Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
 And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
 It was more than soft porn for the K-man
 She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
 Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
 Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
 Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler
 I show you the ropes, connect the dots
 A country girl that love Hollywood
 Mama used to cook red beans and rice
 Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
 Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection
 Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
 R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers
 Music and iPhone cameras
 This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I think
 That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
 He flew you in this motherfucker on first class
 Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
 Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?
 That shit don't add up, you're making him mad as fuck
 She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper
 I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
 You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
 Just cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
 The head still good though, the head still good though
 Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
 Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical
 Make me get spiritual
 Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal
 Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me
 Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday
 Bottle service, head service, I came in first place
 The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek
 The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee
 And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets
 Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
 And yeah G, I was all for it
 She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
 I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie
 Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy
 Scary
 Scary
 No more parties in L.A
 Please, baby, no more parties in L.A
 Friday night tryna make it into the city
 Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
 Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
 Second class bitches wouldn't let me on first base
 A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds
 And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
 Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous
 When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
 Strippers get invited to where they only get hired
 When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
 I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
 Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary
 I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
 For all my niggas with babies by bitches
 That use they kids as meal tickets
 Not knowing the disconnect from the father
 The next generation will be the real victims
 I can't fault 'em really
 I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
 Back to our regularly scheduled programmin'
 Of weak content and slow jammin'
 But don't worry, this one's so jammin'
 You know it, L.A., it's so jammin'
 I be thinkin' every day
 Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades
 I be paranoid every time
 The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin'
 The problem is I be textin'
 My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
 First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died
 Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
 That's why I'd rather take the 405
 I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
 But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
 I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
 What I'm supposed to do?
 Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
 Every agent I know, know I hate agents
 I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant
 Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance
 It's just me, I do it my way, bitch
 Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans
 If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans
 I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
 But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans
 A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems
 Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it
 It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out
 And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out
 God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam
 Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
 Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E!
 I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
 Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
 I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
 I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
 I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
 Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
 We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
 Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop
 She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
 She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
 She push me back when the dick go too deep
 This good dick'll put your ass to sleep
 Get money, money, money, money
 Big, big money, money, money, money
 And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em
 Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker
 I just keep on lovin' you, baby
 And there's no one else I know who can take your place
 Please, no more parties in L.A
 Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
 No more parties in L.A
 Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
 No more parties in L.A
 Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
 No more (Los Angeles)
 I'm out here from a very far away place
 All for a chance to be a star
 Nowhere seems to be too far
 SWISH