[Intro - Joe Budden - talking] This goes out to you (you, you) This goes out to you (you, you) This goes out to you and you and you You know who you are
This goes out to you (you, you) Ta ha, this goes out to you (you, you) And you (and you)
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Check it, baby, sweetie, lady, darling It don’t (what?), get no better than this And I know, guys’ll go to any measure to hit But I hope, you don’t use that as a measurin stick (uh) They priorities is off, busy treasurin whips I just like the opportunity of pleasurin miss Since I never met another that get wetter than this Anytime I’m on tour, you’ll forever be missed (talk to her) ‘Cause I knew she was a fantasy dream Every Sunday all she worried about is her fantasy team And anytime shorty speed past, in that E-Class Body so sick, that I always want a tea bag So I spend, hit a mall, maybe SoHo ‘Cause how she blessed me, swore her jaw broke though Her sex to me’s like a midnight ecstasy So the bar could be closed as long as she next to me
[Chorus - Emanny & Jay Townsend w/ ad libs] Baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk Baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk Ooh baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk Let’s stay love drunk, let’s stay love drunk
See baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk Baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk Ooh baby I’m tipsy for you, yeah, so let’s stay love drunk Let’s stay love drunk, let’s stay love drunk
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Check me out now, check it, see the beauty of it all is (what?) We could both have whoever we please but um We’d only be foolin ourselves (why?) ‘Cause it seems without each other we would never be pleased It’s much more than her body though I value her waist See shorty knows the value of space, she don’t crowd me (nah) Open-minded, know she don’t got all the answers When we hit the strip club, she tippin all the dancers I’m tryin to show you things that you ain’t used to (uh) Talkin waterfront villas out in Saint Lucia (uh) Turn our cells off, nothin else matters Took it slow but it couldn’t of happened any faster (faster) See she don’t go through the phone (uh) She say if that’s necessary than she’d rather be alone Can tell she for real by the sound of her tone Shorty grown, no chaser, she got me in the zone
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[Verse 3 - Joe Budden] Uh, best part about it all, it’s not difficult You such a standout, nowhere near typical Plus you let me be my own individual You know if you support me, you’ll get every residual And when girls try to tell you that I’m cheatin (what?) You agree sayin they don’t know the half (why?) ‘Cause how I got shorty, it ain’t even fair Know it all adds up, they can’t seem to do the math (nah)
[Break - Emanny] No Henn’ or glass of Rosé (Rosé) Could make my world spin around just like you do They just don’t taste the same Got me buzzed off the love you gave (ya gave) No way I see straight after one sip from you, oh
My path for tomorrow is relaxing at full throttle born to be a leader but a tough act to follow bet on me at all costs in spite of my cash if I can’t afford the Whardarf I can’t afford to fall off stories over greatness no stopping my zone I’m bumping Roman’s Revenge but I’m plotting my own like a prophecy in case n-ggas haven’t learned not to bother me ‘fore you send your shots, check my returns policy could do without the leeches choose without the creases Miami heat hater but I do the South Beaches for any drama I be calling up monsters I aint Gilbert I never met a wall I can’t conquer Ruger aimed if I’m who you try an’ belittle I learnd it’s hard to get justice when you try and be civil whatever the future holds I can live with the day some n-ggas will sell there soul but some will give it away and as the devil in disguise they window of opportunity is minimised simplified, check what I exemplify bitch n-gga, here’s something for you to generalise estate out by ? pool houses, winter rides play in that water, you bound to get your feet wet only rapper with nothing to hide, me and G-Dep my shorty might disagree with that sentiment if I keep something from you, I promise it’s all innocent bitches gon get you with that fake out beat won’t let the media takeout me a made n-gga gotta know I’m dealing with me gotta put up with a lot of hate before you say you love me how much of it can you tolerate you can’t talk about marriage and giving birth if you hit the dirt anytime you think I lift a skirt it grows tiresome everytime you get berserk plus if you abandom home over what was just a flirt without a care, I just chuck Deuces my skin will turn numb and you’ll be stuck with what your truth is then you’ll feel a way thinking I should have resisted then you’ll start to see a side of me you never knew existed cause you’ve never seen me act like a jerk I know women will provoke you and get mad when it works rather reserved and that always makes matters the worst cause I go on about my business and not act like it hurts but wait it’s to the point I gotta ask myself why the f-ck is it so easy to detach myself maybe it aint you just something I lack myself but if these wounds are self inflicted I can patch myself now listen I could give a f-ck bout how them other n-ggas treated you if your ass was that perfect they would be with you I don’t care if you dimed out you’ll say your the best I’ll ever have and I’ll say I’m willing to find out wait I’m thinking bout our bond and what happened to it if you aint lifting the burden, you probably adding to it just say my logic is wild and just sick to her just say I’m all for self and don’t consider her she feel like she don’t have a voice in this relationship I’m thinking boo you got a choice so why you taking it vertain sh-t I wouldn’t stand for I’m giving them my all but she demands more I wish she would understand more certain sh-t you couldn’t plan for I’m guessing I love you and your worth it I should take some time out and figure if you deserve this but oyu just think that I’m full of it we both come from backgrounds of bullshit I’m fortunate that aint what you see in me…
[Rocky Sample] You ain’t gon believe this but, you used to fit right here I’d hold you up and say to your mother this kids gonna be the best kid in the World this kids gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew and you grew up good and wonderful, it was great just watching everyday was like a privilage than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the World and you did, but somewhere along the lines, you changed, you stopped being you!
[Joe Budden - Verse 1] Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y’all Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more You’re praying to a higher power hoping I should fall But even my writers block ends in a fire wall Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts If they ran shit why it wont show up in they track records How can the critics ever hear me and say I’m a suffer How when they play with words and I make em’ play with each other Choppers over the booth, ready for prime time Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme Be competitive coke heads and go line for line Honestly that crap of yours you should raffle off With me they getting Genius Bars without the Apple store Under the microscope I rebut’ the scrutiny If I’m to be compared it’s only to who I used to be Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover This faggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her See you the type to get hype to hug her but wont try to f-ck her No pencil thin bitches, me that aint the style he dates Might sit on her face and leave the imprint of a smiley face Introduce the newcomers to my habitat The calms before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath
[Rocky Sample] Let me tell you something, here right now the World aint all sunshine and rainbows it’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it you, nore nobody is gonna hit as hard as life but it aint about how hard you hit its about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward
[Joe Budden - Verse 2] Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one But you’ll ultimately end up in the same place So I tell aspiring artists “think beyond greater” I know some n-ggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper But better living should be earned, never fed or giving So I traded my recognition instead for a vision They always told me that I’d end up dead or in prison Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping At the chick would hang up on, give em’ the dial tone Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans I always managed to do better when his doubts shown I’ll teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones Class is in session, and look who’s come to tutor They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler Where I’m from n-ggas with fear getting slumped by shooters But my equal to dumping rugers is being done by computers I’m getting bread, every verse like the lotto Give them substance but they treat every word like it’s a hollow My n-ggas off parole Im tryna give them something pure to follow Cause he ain’t have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle I come from where so many people where raised with neglect Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct
[Rocky Sample] Now if you know what you’re worth, go out and get what you’re worth but you gotta be willing to take the hit Not pointing fingers saying you’re not where you wanna because of him or her or anybody cowards do that and that aint you you better than that
If all else fails, I’ll get back to what I know Rachett for my foes, watching for it fallin take a stab at it was snow Long John jacket for the cold Some habits are hard to outgrow I work so hard you think the studio’s my lodge inn If all else fails I don’t have a doubt that I’d be back in that studio apartment Getting it in, closet size living room, and the kitchen’s my den Playing lotto hoping numbers will save the day Back to price checking, back to layaways Since I ain’t never hit nothing like a bad fadeaway Back to the corner, takin a bag of haze to face Basic flow, when I tried to get my cake to grow I hit the pawn shop and turn into Trader Joe Shiesty kid, yack ya jewels while they glistenin Snatch the hearing aid from a senior, while they’re listening If all else fails, don’t know where I’d be Scratch that, probably at home, nowhere to be Or probably f-ckin a broad that, I treat like a floor mat Ugly enough to cover her face with a (?) pad And that’s a step down from my New York rat They ride it like a horse’s back, with the horseback But it won’t fail so if you try to rob the kid Banana clips by the bed will put a stop to it Nevermind that, first you gotta beat the guard I can change the channel on my tv and see my yard If it all failed, I’m ready for the scam Forging fake checks screamin “Catch Me If You Can” If all else fails, I’d be out pullin Jerz capers Knowing me I’d be best friends with my worst haters I’d be dustin off the AR or be behind state bars For jackin a bait car If all failed, I’d be right back in them block cyphers Just to show these local n-ggas I’m a lot nicer Cause the less you succeed the more you loved for it While the more you achieve the more you snubbed for it If all else failed and my pockets were empty Everything I despised I’d probably envy Ignorant shit rappers floss that offends me Cause I wouldn’t be able to attain it, it would tempt me Frontin’ in my mans Maserati I might bag something with a modest body, from a college party Next morning hung over so she don’t remember I’d deck my whole crib out from Rent-A-Center If all else failed and I didn’t get a break yet I’d get unemployment while collecting a paycheck Would it mean I wasn’t build for the bright lights Say goodbye to front row seats and fight night If it all failed I’d have a pretty common future From a Chart House n-gga to a ramen noodler Would my girl say you no longer attract me Pack up all her shit and head south with an athlete My name would hold no wait so I’d lose the perks OD on Oxycontin, abuse the percs I’d be a felon getting my scriptures tatted on First 48 star getting ratted on If all else fails I wouldn’t take precaution New hoopty every month would be my way of flossin And the crib would be an all night party With 6 baby moms that I Jet in like Cromartie Fantasizing the girls I coulda dated Pull the burner on mans that wanna coulda made it I’d be the only one that cared Am I just reciting my fears as they appear Shouldn’t even put the idea in the air Cause it’s not possible, let’s make that clear BABY!
Now we were once two n-ggas of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line Sorta, honestly Ill never guessed you were a hoarder And all that would manifest cause of what we both thought of her So im like “how could you get mad of what she thought of me” I found out seasons don’t only change quarterly Cuz you got bended, it was real fickle With me saying “girls are a dime a dozen” knew a n-gga with a nickel I guess nobody told him that gossip and slander is not the answer Wish I’da known that she woulda flipped out of propaganda Ice in my veins, some people are less skilled And he brought me up on charges when his ego got killed When my friends in doubt, they learned a valuable lesson bout In 30 years I ain’t reckon how to reconcile What hurts more? The act of getting cut off Or realizing that your 2 cents wasn’t worth
Check it, nothing could help somebody switch up more then thirst can I seen the ill effect that fame can have first hand And I to blame for the person that you became When you’re already on that path its so hard for me to explain Look, some indicate that im watching who I never met I see some things happening now that you would never let Fewer in your right mind, were you showing me the right person at the right time Or were you trying to make it easy? didn’t really please you to please me Did that make you change everything about you to appease me? My prides in shambles, wondering why and when did you decide to gamble Or are you competing with Mya Campbell When did that become suitable? How could you make something so ugly out of what was once beautiful Next time beauty’s headed towards me I plan to dodge Until I see its not just being used as a camouflage
Only reason I continue to antagonize just my way of bringing truth into a pack of lies Reveals peoples true colors, moves a bad disguise Even though its something I predicted I just act surprised That way an arm never jinx on me Drunk mouse, sober tongue homie drinks on me That way im protected, yall got no choice but to respect it Seen too many come and go to be affected And how is it not expected Im hip to what its bound to be And then relations combined, they weigh a pound to me And so the bullshit, make sure its tasteful when its done You can keep your 1000 faces, just try being faithful to one
I be at the mall, walk up in the store Glance up at the wall, pick out a few kicks I need 11′s in these, matter of fact while you at it bring em’ in a size 6 I take shorty’s shoes off, like here try on these J’s make sure them shits fit But in my head it gets thick, saying “Joey fall back, cuz thats not your kid” I don’t know you lil n-gga, and plus I got a son of my own But he’s at home and the ways hes being raised I don’t really condone Naw, cuz his pops been gone, f-ck it ill explain it to him later when he’s grown Old enough to have a phone Asking why mommy hate me and he got the sneak to call me whenever he’s alone so You wouldn’t know it but I got a soft spot for you See, we would shared the same obstacles Looking from the outside may seem like you neglect him But when he slips up and calls me dad, I correct him I protect him, when baby girl start venting about you I say “Respect him!” And though it seems out of order, my own mistakes have turned me into your biggest supporter Fast forward, you wouldn’t believe how I could love like mine what I didn’t conceive Trying to help him reach sh-t what I never achieved Am I doing it for him or is it my own greed cause see, Me and my baby moms, we don’t do the conversations Some cramped in the back, 2 bedroom shack With 7 people living there just congregating So when your child with me, I’m over compensated I’m talking 8 bedrooms 7 baths My son thinking, that’s the sh-t that only heaven has Mines gotta keep it cool, your’s get to see the view White marble around the end ground, heated pool Mines got to go through the “why” Sh-t, yours just got to walk outside And the funny shit, the irony of it all and its just sad Is You walked away and I’m the step dad And then you get on Skype, saying “how you being, whats the word” And I be on the background listening like “this mudaf-ckers he got some nerve” He says “bye daddy, I love you” I be wanting to snuff you but wouldn’t want him thinking less of you But, hes perceptive and this sh-ts wild, he picks up on everything and hes just a child So through all my resistance, I’m afraid this 2 year old can already see the difference He see’s you don’t provide when you’re capable Why we never fix things while were still able too? So you’re annoyed, it kinda of hampers me Get my boy, I always wanted a family Just to greet when I get to the door You gon have to take the L, I cant give you your’s I’ll do all the work, you aint gotta be bothered You can be his dad, ill be his father I relate though, so I know it hurts Got to be uncomfortable when the roles reversed
[Joe Budden - Verse 1] uh, I got bitches on my dick, I don’t want em there. closet full of brand names, I don’t wanna wear everybody got advice that I don’t wanna hear, World in ya palm, but you don’t wanna share, still, I’m followin’ you. are you leadin’ me with the weapons drawn? co-dependent on her, but got me in bed alone. you say if you love it, let it go. nothin’ set in stone, plus every rock they throw, I use as a stepping stone. got questions, say the answers better left unknown. no I may not never see you, I should know you never gone. so I break the mirror cause, everything it’s showin’ me is wrong. grab your hand and go along, cause I’m followin’ you. say I should be pleased, what if I’m saddened? always say I been through worse, what if I haven’t? but if that holds true, here’s the lesson, if you keep your head down, you might miss out on the blessing. sing!
[Chorus] I don’t need the money, I don’t need the fame. I don’t need the lifestyle, I don’t need the pain. I don’t need the clubs, I don’t need the cars. none of that really matters to me. I dont want the bad bitch, I don’t want the strain. I dont want the highs, enough shit on the brain. I dont want whatevers gonna help me be sane, I just wanna follow your lead.
[Joe Budden - Verse 2] you sayin’, “follow my lead, follow, follow my lead” brought me to my knees, she must wanna holla at me. when the World feel like swallowin’ me, when every decision costly, and I ain’t got a dolla on me. check it, I don’t wanna pretend, I don’t wanna live a lie. I don’t wanna be judged, dont wanna be criticized. I dont wanna talk, there nothin’ I wanna say, boy, I let em get to know me, the more they just runaway. and that, must be your way of sayin’ we should stay together. I know how to f-ck it up, more then I can make it better. I figured folk around me would learn to take it better, instead of tryna change me, I been this way forever. time will reveal, more will be shown. you pushed it, I thought the door closed on it’s own. but uh, nevermind what caused it, livin’ a dream, nothin’ in this World powerful enough to pause it. sing!
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[Joe Budden - Verse 3] sayin’ “follow my lead, follow, follow my lead.” cig in my mouth, perscription bottle by me. and even when I think you might be making a mistake, I may not know the destination but I make it there safe. check it, when I feel like I can’t get weaker, uh you always come and make a cameo or feature. I’m good with my insanity and fevers cause Pac’s looking from heaven saying “They ain’t understand me neither” alotta times you leave me exposed, and laugh at me, still thinking I could be in control. help me weather the storm, altogether I ain’t norm. cause I always disagree, though you aint never been wrong. listen, I was feeling nearly unstoppable, and now I’m facing what appeared to be impossible. feeling unimportant enough to have to bother you. but I’m down here alone nigga, all I got is you.
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[Female voice] uh, follow my lead. ohhh, follow my lead.
[Joell Ortiz] (Check it, YAOWA) I can’t fit it all in a 16, the night that I was tipsy, and all them bullets just missed me. the day they rushed the block, I was strapped, but they didn’t frisk me. why I ain’t f-ck that stripper? don’t ask, and now she sick B. the drop on that jewelry store for 50. and I backed out last minute like “nah, this shit look risky” one of my mans dead, the other one in pikipsy? ‘nother one in the feds, he’ll be there until he’s sixty. I wanna thank you for the blessings and the gifts. and the lessons and the messages they left, I get the drift. f-ck the cheddar or whatever, it don’t measure up to this. I mean, never did I ever not remember you exsist. when I hop up out my bed, hands together, and our wish, is what you is from the heart, inside my chest, you let it tick. I love you from my soul, with every spiritual molecule. f-ck twitter, all a n-gga gotta do is follow you.
Verse 1 - Fabolous] These n-ggas losing their minds you find that theres no reward they say they already home it’s really clear they abroad they sound like they boxed in it’s not just where they record there’s a cost to be the boss they can’t clearly afford swear to the Lord, theres guns like the audience you put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds sittin’ fifth row, I might appear to be bored plotting on a Kanye, but screaming where’s my award ballin out of control, never won an ESPY bout to buy a black ghost and call that sh-t SP flow outta this World, I’m coming for my Moon man you n-ggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance no glitter glean, handgun with a beam have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team like you could f-ck with me oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam aint the only ones with a dream I’m a grown ass man, this kid a teen you’re a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream Audi coupe looking good so I went and copped it got that TT poppin’ like a trending topic my ride is matt black my pride is that jack it might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked anyway though, styles don’t apply to me Jeff Goldblum couldn’t be more fly to me shorty say right after the suck f-ck proof you hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose you shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce break em off and leave it you seen my f-cked up tooth it’s f-cka bitch, there’s more fish in the aquarium I rarely hear no, like when n-ggas ask you to marry them there’s no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from funeral fab, I’m just here to bury them
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Reporting live from the beacon booth tired from the beatin had foreplay all day prepin’ the beatin’ the mic for a threesome with my vocal’s bi-coastal, speakin til their eyes totaled Mr wi-fi, out a franchise go to magic, standby local’s watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the pro-tools I teach you how to have models screaming get behind me e-pills and maybach’s aint gon matter if your tip is tiny nevermind me, we could get knee deep in the beef seek me with the heat but you’ll need more to keep me on a leash here’s a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet give a few hammers, a few semi’s and a few snubs to a few crips, couple vampire’s and true bloods gambling in casino’s, have a hundred handing me my c-notes the modern day gambino I’m careful every step I take you the n-gga walk up in a shootout with some pepperspray that’d be the last mistake you ever make me I chop his head off from a rooftop and race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade like groceries when I’m shooting at fags make sure the breads separated and put the fruits in a bag withstand the hatred dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it but everybodys run stops ask Brandon Jacobs what y’all call swag to me is all faggotry fours want blatt at me that’d equal more casualties Abort the strategy or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back now thats assault and battery you can keep the b-tching to yourself there’s beams on every burner these lasers, a petition wouldn’t help! what good is having shooters if they the type that miss? where I’m from, better be careful when you drive that whip N-ggas put they life at risk for pies that flip in my town Ben Affleck wouldnt try that sh-t and if he did he’d get turned around burnt down tell ‘em new jacks it’ll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks] Acid out the baggie this is more than dope flawless flow f-cking off a sign every horoscope to wore my robes strappin up the corner cold, critical unquestioned, my opponents know I shoot like capono, watch me own the show chromatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast stones and boats, mansions, homes, and hopes I deserve ‘em both, overdose time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts voltage through a hater, this electric chair, danger yeah, I see ya now make way fore it turn to diarrhea hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer style thats outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, square sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat I got a drop damp here, n-ggas try me barely No one breathes, I need an ants ear, precious necessary got my mind on the cheddar kill my haters together bury em in abundance and starve there family’s stomach’s paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds On point, just like the drum is I’m warning them baby mothers got the hunger of a broke rapper kill you while I’m rollin up then smoke after catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo splasher, four packer southside n-gga spittin coke at ya!
[Verse 4 - Royce Da 5’9"] This is for the fronters and the naysayers I’m about to scare away the drummers and the bass players they say I’m out of my league on this one so when I get done I want you to cut your f-ckin ears off, Twitpic ‘em! Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity you gon be around here bout long as Justin Bieber’s virginity this is Jesus identity, mixed with weed Hennessey, kennedy, king mixed with a kill or be killed, killer regime ill as you seen, switch Y’all write all that hard sh-t then you fall right off, it’s horrible my oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow you won’t be here tomorrow flow sorry, I will probably Adios my body with somebody toast this sh-t just practice sickest rapping Baptist kill your pastor, steal your chapstick after that make you kiss a cactus then, take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio everyone, that wasn’t the whole entourage on HBO Then after that, I tell her, I can’t do much with you, shawty! I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire buffy the body! dont call us if the bitches ain’t flawless if they are then we can hang like Aretha Franklin bra-less the drunk me can box like the sober you the sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the voting booth we beef like being deep and dumping K’s you beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist y’all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays my feng shui is a pump in the desert you’ll come up shorter than an Asian jumping out of a trunk in the desert while my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine n-ggas snitching, it’s a shame we call em male tattlers fiends touching they noses more than URL battlers it’s hard to spit saliva when you spit fire so I’ll just pour sugar in your gas tank put a banana in your tailpipe ah ha, so the car can fit the driver
When the night falls, and the smoke clears Millions of miles away, yet they so near I remember memories, so I’m never lead astray When tomorrow comes I know it’s only due to yesterday Without a boundary, check my latitute New attitude, see I’m grateful for having grattitude I’m not complacent, but got no regrets Few hatin niggas want to see me regress Deep breath, life is too short for me to be stressed Interpret ice grillin and their way of sayin he’s blessed You wanna hate, I got my own show, be my guest Remember doctors used to tell me I was depressed At the time was dating a model with double d chest Till I thought, then she laughed that shit off and said these’s F’s Before I bought my first gun, was already armed Teach you bout coof, little bit of class heavy charm Used to get my laughs(?), for a nice chain, heavy charm High school drop out, but went to every prom Now everyone I went to high school with They 30 years plus still on some high school shit Seems like all the fly niggas, and bitches that was well off Is junk head high niggas, all the bitches fell off From surgery, rappin to niggas that never heard of me Burglaries, dappin up niggas that want to murder me If you close minded, I call that an emergency Blind fold yourself as if there’s nothin more to further see Honestly that’s absurd to me If the sky is the limit then where is the urgency I embrace life, I’m so carefree I won’t judge y’all if you don’t care to be Just know no matter who you are, the right system Can turn a role player into a superstar I’m talking rock bottom, a whole ‘nother teir Stuck in the moment made me move to a whole ‘nother year How’d I become straight forward, no baggage Y’all can run from the past, I’ma make my way towards it Nigga I remember stage fright Back when I didn’t know if I could rock the stage right Who knew I’d end up being the nicest My point, hard to come up short when shit is priceless Hard to come up short when shit is priceless I can’t explain it, I just gotta embrace it But something got me feeling this way Instead of running, I’m waiting here for it Cause nothin ever felt this great I’m stuck in the moment Stuck in the moment, the moment Stuck in the moment, the moment Stuck in the momentbold;"
