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

Because it's just a matter of time Before your confidence will win out Keep the faith, baby, yea Just keep your eyes on the prize To get your dreams up off the ground But you got to keep the faith Don't let nobody take you down, brother And your feet

Then, baby, just do it So if you're gonna do it Don't let me down gently If you're gonna do it That you wanna tell me something But is it the cause for us giving it up? I know you've got your reasons I'll get over it eventually Before I'm too invested

I was there like oh my goodness, oh my Before I started rappin', if you niggas heard my story I seen a nigga slippin', he got caught up with his shorty I've been grindin' for a minute like send us a new ramp It ain't no Jordans when seein' them dudes

I want to be, I got to be Man of the world Man, man, man I heard there was a future bride Who will before your eyes Oh, I guess I never knew Yeah, what your woman's getting up to now I really tried to make ends meet Keep your vow, turn off the streets

I always loved that guy And he's not on T.V. anymore. He had the wherewithal Richard talks too slow He'd get interrupted long before To get before he had The wherewithal to get out before You've got to coax him slow, That's the only way that he'll

I thought I'd miss you (I miss me more) But I miss me more I miss my own beat, to my own snare drum Miss my own sheets in the bed I made up I forgot I had dreams, I forgot I had wings Forgot who I was before I ever kissed you Yeah, I thought I'd miss you

Darling do you know, this guy thought I’m the show Each and every night before I sleep When I look up at the start at the galaxy near and far I’m always with you baby, wherever you are Your feel got my heart And I know that I changed completely I recall

Got up this mornin', just about the break of day Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes You know, I cried last night and all the night before You know, love's a hard ol' fall, make you do things you don't wanna do I got a letter this mornin',

One day you'll go away You better run Before I go away God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game Bitch niggas saying it's luck But I which I got some Spending all my money but that shit don't work