All I want you to do is feel me,
Hey yo I grew up very athletic,
Thought I knew everything,
I was spoiled, stubborn, the only child
So the only thing I could
Now this is something that I could tell
I always been wicked with
My first addiction, GI Joes and icies
After that it was light skinned
Breeze through junior high school,
Couple of semesters of college
Moms start riffing, talking 'bout how she
can't sup port a grown man
So the god start flipping
Was like he wasn't even there
'cause we ain't agree much
Used to be gone for whole
used to roll three out a dime
Then I found myself sleeping in late,
Fucking, running with the niggas
niggas was working for a pair of Jordans
The next two weeks they was broke again
Me and K keep havin talks
But the block was crowded
we waiting for an opening
Meanwhile shit still slow we still flowing
Never stop or look back we still going
Bop passed the demo to Mary then she
We thought it was on but it wasn't
And we can't blame nobody
we came in the game nobodies
Double are and Interscope, put that
And we ain't go platinum but
Got 'em all talking 'bout
And they only go and see papi to get
I'm 'bout to fuck the game up for
real like in the World Series
Nigga that parachute down in the field
I don't rap I provide you bars
And the pain is in visible,
but you can't hide the scars
So y'all never be on the level
Ability to have dope thoughts
That's how I know I got one more
chance to go and cash in and cake it up...