[xv - verse 1]
 let me in your life, let me in your homes
 let me in your stereos and get me in my zone
 a hero on the page is what i wanna be the most
 but if we follow for a follow, tell me who gon lead us both
 roman numeral flow, wallet full of c's
 turn numbers into the alphabet so i can count g's
 the loser who won too like you was counting the 3
 after the millions cause they doubted the dream
 i aint lost a thing in this grind but my mind
 and reality so harsh how could dreaming waste my time
 i just ask mine, hypothetical at times
 wonderin' if my rap minds matter after i flat line?
 so i sign out of facebook and get some real friends
 got off twitter with niggas and set some real trends
 and we gon' get it man while the world spins
 cause everyday they try to say that the world ends

[hook]
 followers followin', role models modellin'
 niggas throwin' they dollars in and everybody is hollerin
 is it the end of the world yet?
 is it the end of the world yet?
 followers followin', role models modellin'
 niggas throwin' they dollars in and everybody is hollerin
 is it the end of the world yet?
 is it the end of the world yet?

[xv - verse 2]
 young and invincible, hated by all the principles
 maybe cause all our principles would seem so fictional
 now we live in a world that's so digital
 hashtags at the minimal, niggas act like it's biblical
 typical i watch niggas thats at they pinnacle
 and not have one event that felt pivotal
 when i was young i was wylin' but always had drive
 they suspended my license and then i got fly
 who gon' change the world, not i
 but i will influence the mind that does try
 thats a pac line, see how it all goes
 we could become a leader after you follow
 so sign out of facebook and get some real friends
 get off twitter my nigga and set some real trends
 and we gon get it while the world spins
 cause everyday they try to say that the world ends
 is it over yet?

[hook]

[xv - verse 3]
 ugh, back to squaria i go
 its our future odd future you could never know
 saw a nigga on twitter say vizzy will never blow
 i guess there are some shit that i'll spit that i never get to show
 over they heads i go
 i wrote this on a flight next to this women that was white
 she asked me what is that you write, i said a rap song
 she said: “really, with sentences that long”
 if you think rap is just drugs and gats then you dead wrong
 this is the paper my sons college fund is made on
 those college kids at shows in the front row with weight on
 we change lives with these lines that they hate on
 spit on tracks like simple jack and then kick back like fei long
 i just want write something that make you get life from it
 its more than just a facebook, like or dislike button
 so sign out of that and get some real friends
 get off twitter my nigga and set some real trends

[hook]