| I got this vision in my head
|
| Of this new and improved me
|
| You don’t approve of it?
|
| Then so be it
|
| You would assume the least
|
| Influences from the streets
|
| I grew up amongst Gs as well as thieves
|
| And jealousy, so inevitably, it’s hella beef
|
| Growing up almost got the best of me
|
| I never sleep except for when I can barely breathe
|
| From inhaling trees, that lean got discontinued
|
| Please let me continue
|
| Growing up, you don’t know what I seen from out my window
|
| I wanna apologize for the dog I once was
|
| Maybe I still am
|
| Either way, my apology is sincere
|
| I’m wishing you was here
|
| Or maybe I was there
|
| Wish I had tried to care
|
| We used to fuck, you fell in love
|
| Then I was out of there
|
| Charge it to my head and not my heart, shorty
|
| I was not aware
|
| Of how you’d make me feel in future tense
|
| I know what Future meant when he said
|
| He wanna show you off to the world
|
| Just so they can get jealous
|
| I ain’t wanna lose her
|
| Who knew I was so competitive?
|
| Relationships are repetitive
|
| Now I’m taking all of these sedatives
|
| Got me looking up to the sky like
|
| «Why you keep taking all of my relatives
|
| And best friends?»
|
| They tell me, «Charge it to the game»
|
| But the ones that are still here know
|
| It’ll never be the same
|
| Fuck some cocaine
|
| Fuck the dope game
|
| I got focus and my whole life changed
|
| Workin' with what’s left
|
| I don’t know what’s right, mane
|
| For a ho or for a O-Dog
|
| You could go out like Kane
|
| Or your co-defendant lieutenant
|
| Giving your first and your middle name
|
| How real is what you call «real» really?
|
| When it all falls down, don’t you all feel silly?
|
| How real is what you call «real» really?
|
| When it all falls down, when it all falls down |