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My 1st Song

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 hungryUhh, 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 IWhen 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 onEyes 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 nicksGraduated to a brick

No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip

Legendary like a schoolboy

Crushin' merely nearly every every chickHeavy 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 returnHad 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 earnedIt'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 everythingLike 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 rentalBack 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 farThen 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 riddanceGoodbye, 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 fameIt'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 sangWoo, 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 bankNiggaz 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 RudyAnd 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 tightOG 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-TeeB, 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-uhNigga, 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

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