The way things are going They're going to crucify me Christ you know it ain't easy You know how hard it can be The newspapers said Standing in the dock at Southampton Trying to get to Holland or France The man in the mac said You've got to go back

Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage Groupies in the lobby they they just tryna get established God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status Feel his blessings wash away my sins I'm sanctified and, I have been born again Now I proclaim,

And let's spark a new flame 'Cause I wanna tell them they they wrong You gon' be my baby Love me, love you crazy Tell me if you with it Baby, come and get it Maybe try a new thing Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight We're standing here looking

I'm running from my past (Bane) That's why I wear the mask The devil out to get me, moving pretty fast Head on collision, I'm tryna avoid the crash (pain) These blood sucking leeches, all they they want is the cash You don't get the picture, it could be gone

Got a lot of blood and it's cold So offended that I had to double check They They keep tryna get me for my soul Thankful for the women that I know Can't go fifty-fifty with no hoe I'm workin' on dyin' Fifty thousand on my head, it's disrespect

Know me, you know, me You know me, you know me Every time you try to forget who I am I'll be right there to remind you again You know me (pow! pow!), you know me 'mind them that they they know me Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na

Me, I'm just done in the hype Don't get along man, we tried it What's the point in even trying I hate a goofy especially They They always dying to mention me My enemies want to be friends with my other enemies I don't let it get to me Look what I done in my

Stop playin' with me, playin' with me They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that They They want my tail and my nuts tucked, fuck that They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that 'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that Somebody gon' end up hurt I

You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty When they they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy Want lovin' if you let me, let me, let me Don't hurt me, hurt me, hurt me Tryna get up in my head, now that's a headache Ain't no need to talk Oh baby, don't hurt

Where I'm from they they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from