[Intro]
Yo...
[Verse 1: Mr Muthaf**in eXquire]
I left your number in my old phone
*67, hope nobody's home
But just my dumb luck
For [?] you picked up
Now my new mind [?]
With my old soul
Damn, they tell me that you were mad at me
Cause I eradicated you so radically
What happened to our promise
Just the thought makes me vomit
[?] kneel down and try to pick
The truth out it
Freedoms and illusion
The free are usually dumb
Thats why we sell our soul
For the things that we become
A lawyer, a rapper, a doctor
A actor, a basketball player
Or a gangsta hustling backwoods
Chilling, sitting on about half a million
With all my n***as
All my guns
All my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of pa**ion (all for the love of pa**ion)
My young b**h got good dick
Confused with love
My old b**h my old b**h
So f** what she does
2012 be the year that everything got bugged
I got a record deal then I lost faith in God
Coincidentally, I lost faith in us
That explains why n***as all complain so much
Jealousy, I think my n***as hearing me down
When I swallowed all them pills
n***as wasn't around
I was in the tub hearing silence of sound
Cardiac arrest, so I probly would drown
[?]
[Outro]
Never blamed another for my own pain
Never followed n***as made my own lane
(Never did I ever think I came up
(Never thought this game would ever change us
(Days of future past, like [?])