Yeah, the cash came, I ain't trippin' on a past flame Even if they were dimes, you know how many 10's want my last name? Is this the rap game or high school politics? Bars could be on Maury 'cause they got a little pop in it' Before I show up, that's

All these half-floors We can unwind Will lead to mine We can unwind all our floors I could be yours We'll see to I'm a little curious of you in crowded scenes And how serene your friends and fiends We flew and strolled as two, illuminated gently

Why wait another minute With a preacher who could hook us up right away Love don't need a reason Baby I don't see how I could love you anymore than I do today So why wait For somethin' we should'a done yesterday? I know a little church What'aya say girl,

Oh your sweet little lies And you say that life is just a game and Everyone who plays is just a pawn And shame on me it went so long How could I've been so wrong? I've forever gone, colder If life is just a game then I can hear when I hold you close to me

How did I ever let you go? Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame? For all of my insecurities Never understood how she could, Mean so little to so many Why does she mean everything to me? Questioning her good intention Jealousy's a bad invention When

I fly, I fly high, I'm blazing, I'm blazing, feels like I'm blazing It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin' Feels like I'm bl' How could it me, little me Had the power to be the best B, in the league Yeah inevitably, but could it be little

White America! Little Eric looks just like this Erica loves my shit I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get I could be one of your kids I Could be one of your kids I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfuckin' people who feel

Shine you light, shine your light on me Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself I'm a little too blind to see. Precious angel, under the sun How was I to know you'd be the one To show me I was blinded, to show me I was gone How weak was the foundation

White America! Little Eric looks just like this Erica loves my shit I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get I could be one of your kids I Could be one of your kids I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfuckin' people who feel

With a satisfied mind How many times have You heard someone say If I had his money I could do things my way But little they know That it's so hard to find One rich man in ten Once I was waitin'