[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
Feel like everything a blur, sh** just faded out
n***as dream about making it, then we made it out
Hating this all, that hating sh**, I could stay without
Feel like I'm hearing the same song, n***as played it out
I grew up tussling and hustling holmes, spraying wigs
A n***a ballin' like a grown man, that's playing kids
And lord knows, I never pictured seeing paying gigs
L.A. n***a on his Brooklyn sh**, Jay and Big
I know my momma happy, just happy a n***a tried
I know my women happy, just happy her n***a fly
Live life, love life, seen so many n***as died
Worst part of it all, can't even tell my n***as bye
Dark blocks, hard rock, just to get a n***a bye
Blind to the fact that I'm the best, you see a n***a eyes
They didn't let me in the game, holmes I lucked up
Became your ex's new n***a, cause you done f**ed up
Got the game cuffed up, I'm meeting like it's dinner time
Came up from sleeping in the stud', this sh** has been a grind
This is how you suppose to feel, when you start at the finish line
Don't let a n***a tell you that you can't, it's all in the mind
Looking in the hood, I'm a tell you what you finna' find
Hot summer nights, and fiend shaking like it's winter time
Only getting older by the minute, so I tend to time
Might come from a place where being black, has always been a crime
I know some n***as that's f**ed up, gon' need more than treatments
They need somebody to lean on, you know Morgan Freeman
And to Rely Mo, I ain't trying to knock you bro
Just trying to show you we getting money, I got you bro
That go for Weezy to, you need it I spot you bro
Make your own decisions, and don't let a n***a stop you bro
And to my twin brother, I know you looking down
Shout out to n***as ain't see me coming, you looking now
Yea I be gone from my chick a lot, and I know she hate it
But I know that face is gon' change, soon as she know we made it
I made a special song for her, I just know she played it
And I'm just smoking my problems away, you know we faded
Told them ain't sh** changing, yea Chubby my sh** flaming
Black boy with white boy, Blake Griffin, Chris Kaman
Chubby, I know some haters want to see me flee
They ain't see me coming, no HD on that DVD
Boys putting poison in the hood, they on that BBD
Thanksgiving dinner ball ,thank god for that EBT
Coming up I really ain't had a lot, had me hanging out with the goonies
n***as was mad a lot, twin brother died as a baby, momma was sad a lot
Scared I'd be a dead beat dad, cause I never had a pop
Had a lot of fights, but it's the man behind the scars
Doubting the fame, just want to be the man behind the stars
Red Jag, but that don't mean I stand behind the car
I got the game on lock, I'm just the man behind the bar
Chubby