[Hook:] Cause everytime I blink now Another day rolls by It's getting harder not to think about All the things on my mind Like, I remember this time last year
high, while dope dealers barely get by You better get your life right You wanna live in the 'burbs with your white wife, do your own thing I know you
it So get butt naked, shake that ass bitch I'm bout as real as the stones in my diamond rings You can hate my guts, but I'm gone do these things, bitch
was out of that window and on my way Little girl Every night you call and say "Come by" You tell me things changed and I know you lie I came by last
or any real playa makin' ripples in the pond, got hustles for days, kinda makes me think of mine and by the time I'm 30 I wanna own them things in
got to go for the gusto but you dont know about the blood, sweat and tears and losing some of your fears and losing some of yourself to the years past, gone by
nice things Told him, "Nigga, you already know it" Bitch, I'm the man of the year Yeah, yeah, yeah Straight through this bitch (Yeah) Bitch, I'm the man of the year
pretty ass in my car, in my car [Wiz Khalifa] My car match what year it is It's hard not to hear the shit Just know I'm gone no matter what year I'm
bill on the real yeen ain't fucking with us I be tripping off bitches when they holla at us With the mind frame they gone get some dollars for us This
in-between green shit to win her over But fuck it, I'm a soldier, by now she should've noticed That ya boy gone spit vocals or gone sell yola She had
TV you made life look fun But then years go by and people grow I realize it's all a freak show But then there're girls like me Who sit appauled by what
life And live right like, do right by your kids and your wife Have fun as a child, yo them years is precious The future brings fear and stresses as the year
booth Never lying to the people always telling the truth I feel the bass in my chest give power to songs Girl ripping when I'm home about the hours I'm gone
lying to the people always telling the truth I feel the bass in my chest give power to songs Girl ripping when I'm home about the hours I'm gone I can
Hennessey Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary Everybody whisper in ears when they gone mention me I been out doin' it for years, since elementary Real
gone when I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal Niggaz talkin' real greasy on some ballin'
to never look back or I turn to salt Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things Can'
left my pop Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary My sister a year later, let me gather my thoughts By