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Money to be made, how much can I get?
Dudes swear they hate me, how long 'til they quit?
They talk about my life, I act like they don't exist
Cause I know they'd give up theirs to live like this
Dreams come true that's the story of my life
Chicks I used to dream about call me every night
Rappers that I grew up on talking 'bout me now
Mama called my phone say I need to slow it down
And I be like "Why?" Really, Mama, Why?
You know that me and my brother been working all our lives
You know I'd never stop until the day somebody hear me
And all they think about is the day somebody k** me
And I'm thinking "For what?", I never had much
Dropped out of school cause I wouldn't catch the bus
Skipping school, staying home, didn't know no better
Then I got a phone call from Sony Records
I thought it was fake. Somebody was joking
Why the f** this white man calling me from Oakland
Giving me some wet dreams that I already had
Swear every time I f** up I think about my dad
He tell me "Do this", I do something else
I never ever listen unless he had a belt
But I'm too old for that so I'll just whip myself
Into some better shape, unless y'all about to help
Same b**hes laughing about how I fall off
Is now giving me phone calls now when I'm on
And that's the way my friends act on they own
But guess that's why my daddy said I'll have few friends when I'm grown
I talk out of my head very often
Back then it used to be me and myself talking
I ain't crazy, I'm just in denial
They want me to be happy but they ask me why I smile
When sh** is looking bad, when things are going down
When friends steal your money, when n***as steal your style?
And I ain't trying to beef, but some how I look for it
Can't control my temper, my mama bought a book for it
That said if I was mad at anything in the world
That I should hit a pillow but I chose to hit my girl
For who ever to piss me off, what ever occurs
I lay my head on her, begin to calm my nerves
I live life fast and that's just sad
People who talk about me don't know sh** about my past
People who know my past don't know sh** about my a**
But always got a story of how I changed because of cash
I noticed you ain't change. Matter of fact you still the same
Doing the same sh** we did when I used to live in the back of Ames
So how're you going to tell me how to do me & be me?
You think you know it all cause you seen the sh** on TV
To the stress that occurs, to the problems that done came
I can never complain. I just remain the same
And word to all these voices that are living in my brain
No one ever could hurt me again
No one ever could hurt you
No one ever will hurt you
I swear
We all love you
So please get better again