| Look how far you done came
|
| But I say you’ll remember my name
|
| Look how far you done came
|
| Just from screamin' your name
|
| Just from being yourself
|
| Well how fast did it change
|
| When we started from mom’s
|
| Man, those days were the bomb
|
| Never set no alarm
|
| Never thought we’d be young
|
| Went from panning my name
|
| When November done came
|
| It was cold in the streets
|
| And my records were flames
|
| So from chasing the cash,
|
| and now watching my ass
|
| I got burnt from the same,
|
| flame I live with a match
|
| Took some advice I should’ve passed on
|
| Should’ve put another album on the fire, left the motherfucking gas on
|
| Break but gotta smash arms, make mistakes but make sure
|
| The shake you give ‘em gonna leave ‘em with a cast on
|
| I took the pain in my head, I took the knives in my back
|
| Been writing home for a while, I always get something back
|
| Now I’m back on these tracks and they gon' love it (love it)
|
| BBSG nothing above it
|
| Love it when I’m back, hate it when I’m gone,
|
| Miss me on the track, back where I belong
|
| And I know you love it (love it, love it),
|
| And I know you love it (love it, love it, love it)
|
| Hate it when I’m gone, love it when I’m back
|
| Back where I belong, right back on the track
|
| And I know you love it (love it, love it)
|
| And I know you love it (love it, love it, love it), love it, love it
|
| Oh but fuck it, it’s cool, I ain’t holding a grudge,
|
| Never paying attention when they paying too much, I tried
|
| Moving a mountain but that shit wouldn’t budge, only
|
| God has the gavel, I’d be stupid to judge, the whole
|
| Point of the story, I’ve been trying to say
|
| Life is a fucking bitch but she can light up the stage
|
| And if you ain’t proactive, you might as well rap it
|
| Send a cruel home, get the bags, start packing
|
| Drop another pop song, crossover, smash record, no message
|
| Left exact just like we got one, only thing that matters in the long run is the
|
| fans,
|
| And judging by the show of hands, who the fuckin' man?
|
| I took the pain in my head, I took the knives in my back
|
| Been writing home for a while, I always get something back
|
| Now I’m back on these tracks and they gon' love it (love it)
|
| BBSG nothing above it
|
| Love it when I’m back, hate it when I’m gone,
|
| Miss me on the track, back where I belong
|
| And I know you love it (love it, love it),
|
| And I know you love it (love it, love it, love it)
|
| Hate it when I’m gone, love it when I’m back
|
| Back where I belong, right back on the track
|
| And I know you love it (love it, love it)
|
| And I know you love it (love it, love it, love it), love it, love it |