My foreign is (All new) and your shit is just (Alright)
Postmodernists (All new) blasé and just (Alright)
We really is (All new) you're silly, just (Alright)
The vibes is (All new) and the bags is (Alright)
The vibes is (All new) and the bags is
Postmodern is contemporary, whatever
Postmodern is contemporary, whatever

Game on, corner lot up on the lawn
I want Malcolm across the street to put me on
Drug dealer, concubine on his arm
Is it the currency that make the ladies swarm?
I'm just a lil' scrap, I did it with my charm
What will it take for me to strip 'em to their thongs?
Big chains, little games, questions in my brain
To attain money, fame, Mulsanne switchin' lanes
My mother took her tax return and invested it
She bet it on her kid and look at what he did with it
Two-thousand in '84
That's a hundred thousand X multiple
From keepin' you on the floor
Keepin' people in awe, mama, the deed is yours
The world is your oyster, shuck it and eat it raw
Makin' dreams come true is an art form

My foreign is (All new) and your shit is just (Alright)
Postmodernists (All new) blasé and just (Alright)
We really is

So I started spittin' bars, now mama's pickin' cars
From quarters in the jars to daughters that are stars
Forever dreamin' large, inside of you's a god
Regardless of your theology, reach in your reservoir
Incendiary mythology, phoenix above the law
Magnetic genetics is pullin' you on the floor
I said it, mama, I meant it, go get it, the world is yours
Manifestin' rewards for all that the girl endured
My intuition is speakin', I'm tweakin', I can't ignore it
I'm on a mission of beatin' the odds, feed me some more
Got a vision, I'm raisin' the bar up to the Lord
Sowin' and reapin', so pockets are never leakin'
Why would they? I'm the plug, that's metaphorically speakin'
We outside, we dreamin', you still sleepin'
It's time to ride, you see him, your man's peakin'

All new, alright
All new, alright
All new, alright
All new, alright