They say Luda would you rather have the money or the fame And I steady try to tell em that it all just depends Cause every time I make a lil more money I seem to be losing more of my friends So I'd give it all up to repeat life over And they'd say dude is a fool I can't trust another motherfucker living in this world And this really got me losing my cool What would you'd do if you were in my situation And any and everyone you ever loved to say you lucked up You drink your pain to the bottom of a bottle And the Conjure would have you fucked up So I'm looking for love in all the wrong places Pop pills, drink liquor by the cases Get high, make a woman get low In the strip club looking for familiar faces People know me on a first name basis But all they ever really want is my cash Let me borrow just a couple hundred dollars And you know that I'm a pay you back, my ass This world so superficial This world done lost my trust They say Ludacris you've changing But I really don't give a fuck What the hell am I suppose to think? What the hell am I suppose to do? I'm hearing that the devil's in disguise And I'm hearing that the nigga look just like you They know I walk throw the valley of the shadow of death I don't go astray And I get down on my knees and pray and I say (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away I wish my problems would go away, away, away Doc said I need to change my diet 'Cause I'm really not eating right Mama said I need some peace and quiet, 'Cause I'm really not sleeping right What's the use of having all the money And the power in the world, if I can't abuse it? Seems like the only thing that's keeping me together, is my music If it wasn't for that, I think I would lose it If it wasn't for that, I would go crazy When nobody made good on they word In the industry make you feel like, "Fuck you, pay me!" Cause I gotta feed family, some of the same ones that abandoned me That still looking for a hand out Til you found out there ain't shit ya handed me Hah, still mad at me? But I'm trying to be the man I plan to be But can’t do it if you calling me “with” dumb shit Thinking “it’s” innocent, I’m a “plead” insanity Too many distractions and it feels like everyday So I get down on my knees and pray and I say (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away I wish my problems would go away, away, away I finally made it to the top of the CEO position But when things don't go their way, These artists got all these suspicions So the weed keep me at peace, and I think I need an intervention Who the fuck put me in charge of making all of these decisions My position got me stressing, like it never did before Not to mention my best friend drowned and death was knocking at his door And it seems like someone in my family is passing away like every day So I just look up to the sky and get on my knees and pray and I say (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away I wish my problems would go away, away, away