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"I'm just, tryin' to stay above water y'know Just stay busy, stay workin' Puff told me like, the key to this joint The key to staying, on top of things Is treat everything like it's your first project, knahmsayin'? Like it's your first day like back when you was an intern Like, that's how you try to treat things like, just stay hungry Uhh, uhh, yes, yes Y'all wanna know, why he don't stop Y'all wanna know, why he don't flop Let me tell you people why Came from the bottom of the block I When I was born, it was sworn I was never gon' be shit Had to pull the opposite out this bitch Had to get my ride on Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to Had to had to get these chips Had to make moves like Olajuwon Started out sellin' dimes and nicks Graduated to a brick No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip Legendary like a schoolboy Crushin' merely nearly every every chick Heavy shit, that's how schoolboy got whipped And got left on some "Just me, myself and I" On some Trugoy shit Had your boys threw place up, to a place of no return Had to play with fire and get burned Only way the boy ever gon' learn Had to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turn Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned It's my life, it's my pain and my struggle The song that I sing to you it's my everything Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first And my thirst is the same as, when I came It's my joy and my tears And the laughter it brings to me, it's my everything Like I never rode in a limo Like I just dropped flows to a demo Like it's ninety-two again' and And I got O's in the rental Back in the Stu' again No prob' livin' was a whole lot simpler When you think back, you thought that You would never make it this far Then you take advantage of the luck you handed Or the talent, you been given Ain't no, half steppin', ain't no, no slippin' Ain't no different from a block that's hidden Gotta get it while the getting's good Gotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stop Then you gotta bid it, good riddance Goodbye, this is my second major breakup My first was, with a pager With a hooptie, a cook pot, and the Cane This one's with the stool, with the stage, with the fortune Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the fame It's my life, my pain and my struggle The song that I sing to you it's my everything Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first And my thirst is the same as, when I came It's my joy and my tears And my laughter it brings to me, it's my everything Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first And my thirst like the first song I sang Woo, it's like the blues We gon' ride out on this one, ta-tah, be-hah Yo, Hah, 'member you was makin' them dashes For them niggaa at radio and shit? Clark Kent, that was good lookin' out nigga Carlene, who ever thought we'd make it this far homey? Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin'? Lenny S Dame whattup? Robbin' the bank Niggaz thought we was crazy man, 'member, uhh You had that fucked up ass handwritin' You was writin' all the numbers that we was spendin' now For the videos we was doin' ourselves, whattup? Original Flavor, your accountant was crazy wrong and shit But we we still put it together Bigs, whassup? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh But y'all my nizzle, your dog peed on homey leg and shit At his crib, I think that was Rudy And they was havin' a 'lil trouble with the pool You and Ta-tah was laughin' Emory was there, whattup Emory? What up Ta? Hip-Hop, whattup man? Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no uhh You ain't have no muh'fuckin' seat on your, on your bicycle Now you uhh, the head of black music That's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there homey G, whattup G? Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc Hey Guru, I know you spoiled man I be takin' them shits in one take You gon' have to punch niggaz shit, stick it, you gon' be tight OG One, whattup? I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process But it's all good, whassup Dash? My whole family, my nephew, cousin' Angie, whassup? Te-Tee B, B, B, B, mom, you made the album, how crazy is that? Bob Allah, rest in peace My pops, rest in peace, wassup A.J.? Biggie Smalls, rest in peace Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Nigga, I'm 'bout to go golfin' man Ay, I might even have me a Cappuccino, fuck it I'm goin' somewhere nice where no mosquitoes at nigga Holla at me, it's your boy "