I gotta have the paper, a die hard Laker
Blowing on the purple, bout cheese like Urkel
Got any cheese? I keep it in my jeans
I’m from the old school, baggy jeans and fatigues

Biggie would be proud, I kicked in the door
Did a few mixtapes, now selling out the stores
Aiming for the forbes, clearing out the roadblocks
They wanna see me drop, but I won’t drop till the show stops

But, as you can see, I only see green
So I’m a keep going, never stop flowing
…........... And, I’m still drilling hoes
Backstage at the shows, peeling off they clothes

It’s the life that I’m living
Cause it’s the life I was given ( I said)
It’s the life that I’m living
Cause it’s the life I was given

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But back to the basics, trapped in the Matrix
Feeling like the ONE, everybody else is tasteless
Just face it, I’m destined for greatness
You should just acknowledge, and quit with the hating

All this conversation, I’m sick of all the talking
Claiming that you balling, nigga where the Spalding?
I had you on my couch, let you drive my car
Now you living with ya grandma acting like you hard

I break bread evenly, I could never see defeat
I’m winning with a bad bitch, with RayBans like Jubilee
Who you fooling B? You ain’t schooling me
You just Steven P, writing out a eulogy

Who you racing? It’s no competition
When it comes to tracks, my music New Edition
You ain’t Bobby Brown, you need a hobby clown
I’m in LV, living wealthy, POW!

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Either up early, or either up late
It really don’t matter, I’m turnt up today (turn up)
Let me speak facts, spell it out on wax
Good girls gone bad, blame me for that

I own up to my faults, as a man understand
20 years young, I was on a run
A new bitch every week, spawned another hating
I ain't trying to brag, wish I was exaggerating

Blinded by the money, all I wanted was the stacks
An unemployed nigga, holding 37 racks
Ask J, I counted on his table
I lived the good life, now I'm stuck doing cable

I used to make five grand in a week
Now I'm making less then that in a month
Sometimes I wonder if it's worth doing the time
So I'm hoping that I make it soon off the rhymes

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I ain't got much left, I'm doing something wrong
So I'm a make it right, and put it in a song
It's the only way I speak, I'm a closed book
You ain't been thru, what I been thru, nigga look

5 years old watched my cat, get shredded up
Another year later, my partner got wetted up
7 years old on the couch, with my chick
7 weeks later got dumped, life's a bitch

I turned 13 and they took me from my mama
I turned 14 caught a flight and left the drama
Living with my pops, man I missed the block
Woman of my dreams, fucked up my shot

18 legal, but an adult since I was twelve
Man I lived a life, even did a bid in jail
Lost my son to drama, from my baby mother
Just waiting on the cake, then she'll rise from undercover

I was exposed to the kinda shit
Most people don't even see until they in their 20s at the age of 5
And y'all wonder where my mentality at...

I really only do music as a platform to vent out my frustrations
But, I'm hoping someone finds my story appealing
Make some money to feed me and mines, ya dig?

It's father's day and this bitch can't even let me speak to my son
It's been two years since I spoke to em
But, I'm the bad guy.... Cause she wants pieces of the cake.