| There we go, there we go | 
| I think we’re live again | 
| Yeah | 
| Check it | 
| All alone, unplug my phone | 
| Back in the zone, been home but been gone | 
| Prioritizing life in case I do not live long | 
| And finally found some time to sit down and pen this song | 
| Might as well try to tell you how I feel when I feel | 
| And not just when it’s time to pay some bills, life is real | 
| You can miss it everyday, trying to get a little pay | 
| Fill the page with some change | 
| Try to feel a little change on my mind | 
| I be thinking about the rain but | 
| Sunshine shines everyday but hey | 
| What can I say? | 
| This is sunny California where the phoneys run up on you | 
| Cause they want you to be just like them | 
| I’m on the corner 'bout to get a swisher from the liquor store | 
| Twist the dro, sit at home, pen a song | 
| Call a chick, get some dome | 
| Play my shit, when I roll | 
| Cause nobody knows my mental like me | 
| Open my window let you people get a peep, peep | 
| My life is simple, yo they think the shit is deep. | 
| Sheep | 
| Be sleeping on me cause I finally got some sheets. | 
| Please | 
| That’s for wifey not just hoes that want to ride me | 
| Cause they like me when I’m riding the beat | 
| «To each his own», niggas say. | 
| They gripping chromes | 
| Splitting domes in they song, when | 
| I just feel I’m pennin' a poem | 
| Peace | 
| I can’t believe they think it’s (Vanity) | 
| Even my peeps say it’s (Vanity) | 
| (They call it Vanity) | 
| Just because I’d rather eat in peace | 
| My life’s been a bitch like this chick named (Vanity) | 
| (They call it Vanity) | 
| Sitting alone on my own dick is (Vanity) | 
| And when I’m gone, «home sick» is just (Vanity) | 
| Yeah | 
| All alone | 
| Back in the zone. | 
| No, wifey at home | 
| Been home but ain’t boned though | 
| Threw a few dollars to her | 
| Told her get her comb out my hair | 
| Turn a square to a spliff and lift my dome in the air | 
| Above clouds where the rain falls all inside my home | 
| Like, pain colored paint balls | 
| Call it what you want | 
| Niggas laugh cause my faith strong | 
| All I know is no one knows the places that I’ve gone | 
| Or faces that I’ve seen cry, seen laugh, seen die | 
| Seen eyes with my life in all of them | 
| Seen signs of falling but I caught hope | 
| Will in my wings, halo, I’ll haul hope | 
| To faith like a new black pope | 
| Fuck a debate | 
| I am dope when I want to be | 
| And flow when I’m on the beat | 
| I stroke when I want to; | 
| need to skeet | 
| Fuck the streets | 
| They will fuck you if you don’t | 
| «Keep your enemies and homies on the ropes | 
| When they supposed to be close» | 
| Poppa told me. | 
| And the few that know showed me the ropes | 
| Hanging on dreams to be happy, whether lavish or lean | 
| I’ve seen enough to make a boy die nappy | 
| Now a man on a search for the God that I am | 
| But actually I’d rather be me | 
| Is that (Vanity)? | 
| My poppa told me it was (Vanity) | 
| My old lady said it’s (Vanity) | 
| Because I’d rather be all by myself | 
| Instead of laughing with the crowd | 
| If I don’t care to be part of their gaiety | 
| They’ll often say to me, «Don't be so proud.» | 
| But how are they to know? | 
| I’m looking high and low | 
| For love that used to be my own… |