| Yeah, feel me
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| Ye yeah uh
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| Yeah… yeah… yeah
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| I guess this what they call fame
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| I gotta stand tall came from the gutta
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| I ain’t never gon stop now
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| No, I ain’t never gon stop now
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| Yeah
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| I’m a victim of the game
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| And only God knows that I’m tryna maintain
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| But I’m never gon stop now
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| No I’m never gon stop now
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| And it’s crazy but I’m still tryna win
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| Your trap is a success, the money the stress
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| The ups the downs, the jewelry on my neck
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| The hate, the love, the tattoos on my flash
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| The club, the drug, the liquor on my breath
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| Got haters at my shows, the groupies in my room
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| I hate to be with lames, I’m comfortable with goons
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| Tryna be the greatest, but still I feel regretful
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| People say I made it, but how am my successful
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| My friends is in a grave, my homies in the feds
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| You could feel my pain and he still can’t feel his legs
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| The critics say I flop but my single sold a million
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| My baby mama flippin say this game made me different
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| Tell me am I trippin', too much Goose sippin'
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| Wakin up in tellies, too many different women
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| Look at how I’m living
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| The parties the drinking
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| I’m high, I’m low, oh no I’m sinking
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| The cars, the clothes, the friends, the foes
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| My blood, my sweat, my tears, my soul
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| The truth, the lies, the songs
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| The rhymes, I’m happy, I’m sad, what happend, my life
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| I’m caught up in this world
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| I feel me fallin deeper, ain’t see my son in weeks
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| Ain’t see my family neither
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| I think I’m loosing paitnece, 'cause people say I’m changing
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| My enemies is plotin, they can’t believe I’m famous
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| Am I really winnin, 'cause I can take a loses
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| Another girl is pregnant, that’s one more abortion
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| Catch me 'cause I’m fallin, I hear fame callin
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| But tell me why I’m feelin' like my lifes in the toilet
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| Tell me who to trust, I don’t know who’s with me
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| I don’t know if it’s a fan or that man is tryna kill me
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| Thinking to myself it was easier before I made it
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| Got in the game, and it all got complicated
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| The joy, the pain, the hood, the game
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| The stage, the lights, they yelling my name
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| Tryna bear these cold nights, I don’t understand like
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| God bless my cousin please, why he take his own life
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| Why I’m feeling like, it was simpler when we was poor
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| Maybe I’m a alcoholic, lately I’ve been drinking more
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| Lately I’ve been feeling stressed, what has gotten into me
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| Damn what a life, this gone be the death of me |