'Cause I want this life for life, for life This life for life, for life This life for life, for life 'cause I want it for life And now I'm out here, feel like my year, got all my friends through I came from nothing, ain't that something, look what I've

Ooh, God, that's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you I need the trouble with trust Ooh, God, that's the trouble with us Got me fighting naked, nothing sacred We're tearing paint off the walls It's on the edge of emotional I see that look in

They ain’t got nothing on you, Hoes ain’t got nothing on you I think that shit just paranoia She think I’m with another woman Another woman that gon' keep me comin' Dirty hoes, they ain’t got nothing on you I swear them hoes, they ain’t got nothing on

Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead and, jump. I've got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen. Oh can't you see what I mean? I get up, and nothing gets me down. You got it tough. I've seen the toughest around. And I know,

A teardrop to the sea I'm down on my knees Wings that don't fly I ain't praying, I'm choking Got nothing to hide Nobody grieves Oh, love pick me up Love pick me up My treasure just rags

Money don't grow on trees Ain't nothing in this world for free I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed I know I can't slow down I can't hold back though you know I wish I could Until we close our eyes for good" You know there ain't no rest for the

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these color TV's You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for

How I long for what I once had known Oh, there can be no other Oh, could I be wrong, could I be wrong, oh no Oh, it's where I fear I belong Oh, I've lost myself along the way Oh, yeah, ain't got nothing left to say I've burnt my bridge to the past And I

Working my money 'til I get gold Monday-Friday mornin' When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again 'Cause I can't get enough One hundred percent, yeah, pure grindin' Cause I can't get enough Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The