Yeah...
[Verse 1]
Alright, no more games
Gotta have your money right to afford my name
Not too many would support my dream
Now, I'm throwin' up the deuce as I board my plane
I was born in an apartment, in Frisco City
Where it's money over hoes but, that b**h so pretty
It's peace and love but, that sh** still with me
Cause everybody ain't a hippy like me
Why you wanna trip? Get trippy like me
It's R. Geezy. Thank God for the morning
After a hard evening, I've seen hard breathing
Collapse lungs on the ones that I loved for
What you think I did d** for?
Reality's harsh, life's dark
I need a buzz more
Want my friends in a Porsche, not bus poor
That's that sh** that makes my blood boil
[Hook]
I'm different... Different
Yeah, I done been through it all but, I refuse to fall
You trippin'
[Verse 2]
I'm 24 but, I feel like I'm 50
Take a lot of risks. Got 19s but, hit me;
When I was 19, it was me and little 4
On a spree through the store
Pills, trees and some bo
B.I.G. went the hardest
Roach G. is an artist
My mom is a goddess
Probably thought I was retarded
For the drama that I started
Now I'm a star, at the club they don't call me
Only f** with a few in the Goomba Army
If I don't know you
Then I think you're tryin to harm me
Yeah, I work hard
Like an immigrant farmin'
And I rep Cali. Get ignorant for me
If I fall then I get up
Before I do that, I do a sit up
Labels tryin to get us
Gold and hoes
Don't let that fake sh** split us
And this drank tryin to rape my liver
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Shhh... don't make a sound
I won't let nobody break me down
Oh, this world got me trippin'
But f** that sh**. I'm gonna keep on livin'
[Hook]