[Verse 1: x]
You know your life is grand, when you pull up with hoes on demand
And they stay in the kitchen, ask for money but your ends is sufficient
And your son is a sports star, sixteenth birthday got him a brand new sports car
Only you can tell you who you are, drive around town ego of a know-it-all
But you gave your wife the backhand, now the U.S. Justice System knows who you am
But I don't know man... does that single action define who you are as a man?
Everybody has a slip-up, look at your journey you probably got a hiccup
I hope he got a plan, the road to recovery can be viewed on cam
And I pray that he make it, good opportunities I know that he'll take it
That weed I hope he don't bake it, cold turkey always workeys when the Feds are on the lurkey
And I know he really could, everybody knew he would make it out the hood
But they trynna hold him down, won't stop 'til he twelve feet underground
He still got dreams, but this situation is harder than it seems
He used to mean, lean and f**ing keen. But know he just f**ing sitting there rubbing out the dreams
That's always how it goes, ex-wife got half his things everybody knows
But nobody care, mope his a** down the street everybody stare
And yes he is aware, you've now broke this man like a two-legged chair
And lost all his shares, in that company he started with his own money
And the honeys is funny, turn him down whenever he asks for some loving
Boy I can't stand, seeing this motherf**er fall as a man
One day I might stand in the very same position as the motherf**er man
Well let's hope I got a plan... or maybe don't get involved with the hoes
Let's hope I don't blow up so I never got no shows
Or let's hope I never win the game, so I don't get corrupted by the taste of fame
Or maybe it's just G-d's plan, to create my catastrophic fall as a man