I'll never grow up You think that life's a free ride We're gonna end your party With some responsibility Hey whadaya doin' with your life Why don'tcha settle down And find yourself a wife

Thank God I can breathe, I can be what they can't buy Even when I'm weak, I'm sure it's gon' be alright Thank God I got home, I got food and I got y'all Yes I will survive There will be highs and lows, thank God I remain OK How can I prove them how

I been through a lot So don't try to stop me 'Cause I been through a lot I been through a lot, whoa They think that they got me, no But they cannot stop me They cannot stop me No, no they cannot stop me Swear I been through a lot

Empty they say Death, won't you let me stay? Suicide, I've already died It's just the funeral I've been waiting for Cyanide, living dead inside Break this empty shell forevermore Oh, call your name! Death, hear me call your name Forevermore!

You got to get back up And when they push you down, Push the dirt off your jersey than go for the cup Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what Cause when you got the belt and the ring People with ya poppin' bottles, taking pictures look around

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood Dr. Feelgood (Dr. Feelgood) He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's gonna be your Frankenstein I've got one thing you'll understand (Dr. Feelgood) He's not what you'd call a glamorous man (Dr. Feelgood) Got one

La-la, how the life goes on Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra In a couple of years they have built A home sweet home With a couple of kids running in the yard Of Desmond and Molly Jones Happy ever after in the

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so

I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out

V'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy Cash money still a company, and, bitch, I'm the boss What I'm doing? Getting money What we doing? Getting money What they doing? Hating on us, but they