My soul is wearying Oh Lord who will comfort me? I said my soul is wearying Beating down from all of my misery yeh Gotta hold of my heart Keeps me bound where the whole wide world is free yeah My home is a wreckage a family ground Impli-ed in poverty

I felt it all, just like a cannonball You know I can't stand no more You're tellin' lies, so don't you criticize Yeah I got used, all messed up and abused You let me down, with all your runnin' round Still you pretend and try to call me friend Don't say

I had good intentions But I'm not perfect the way you're perfect And though it hurts, yeah, it hurts to say goodbye I know I let you down It wasn't that your love wasn't good enough Couldn't stick around It's only in myself that I didn't trust Baby, you

We gonna let it burn burn burn burn When the lights turned down, they don't know what they heard Strike the match, play it loud, giving love to the world We'll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky 'Cause we got the fire, fire, fire, yeah we got

Ridin' in the 'Bach with the seat way back This white on white Maybach, I call it payback Yeah you know I fuck with Zaytoven, we go way back I'd rather rap a Zay track than a Dre track Catch me flushin' down the street with the top way back I had to give

Yeah, yeah, you know right Down, down, down, down, down, down My whole squad in this bitch And they gon' stay there the whole night I mix that shit with champagne Been waitin' on that shit my whole life Forever me and my dawgs Yeah, yeah, you know And

I am the champion I am invincible, unbreakable Unstoppable, unshakeable They knock me down, I get up again You're gonna know my name You can't hurt me now I can't feel the pain I was made for this, yeah, I was born to win I'll be the last one standing

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (True) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it Hold up! Bitches simmer down (uh) Takin' hella

Multi millionaire (oh) Multi millionaire (yeah) If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down) I just got thirty pile shit through the mil' (thirty) Multi millionaire Multi millionaire-aire Oh, oh, multi millionaire, aire Multi millionaire (damn)

Billy's on the corner with the Crystal Meth. Yeah!, ain't he ain't slowin' down, ain't slowin' down. Go Billy! Crystal Meth. Trailer parks on fire, Billy been cookin' up something. If you need a biscuit, come on then, Billy just got it jumpin'. Get it