[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 [?])