They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Y'all niggas ain't shit They all act like they ain't know bet they know now I'm up nigga

There he goes... One, two, one, two, three, four... Know a man...his face seemed pulled and tense... Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds... So I approach with tact...suggest that he should relax... But he's always movin' much too

They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you

And you can dream So dream out loud So don't let the bastards grind you down To talk like this And act like that And I can love Don't believe what you hear Don't believe what you see If you just close your eyes

When they think of me, they think of you We used to be the ones that they wished they were But now it's like they don't know how to act Maybe they're like me and they want us back It's like there's always an empty space Those memories that nobody can

And she want the guala guala And she like the guala guala Guala guala, yeah Guala guala, yeah Yeah, yeah, I'm gassin', woah You ain't 'bout that action, no, woah Yeah, yeah I'm 'laxin', woah Your bitch is cashin' Guala, guala, guala guala

Me and my girls And your homeboy's too I can dig that cause I'm into you So act like you hear me So see'mon baby I'm looking' at you Cause I'm hollerin' at chu Cause I'm hollerin' at you Stop movin' a bump bump, yeah

Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason Overnight, people think that's how this shit happened, but they never right Acting like they got it,

Well, a goodbye never seems finished Just like these songs that I write They hang aloft like stars in the night But there's nothing there but the illusion of a light And you, you could've been mine Your mother, she's an actress And we're all putting on a

Hooked to the things that make us fall, and the words that burn like gasoline We can't erase these endless thoughts, Can't kill what fuels our apathy We want satisfaction, we want our peace Apathy, your satisfaction I feel so little change, it always