Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin' Where I can pile up my chips And niggas call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin' That's right, that's right boy start that

I may be a real bad boy But baby I'm a real good man Girl, you've never known no one like me Up there in your high society They might tell you I'm no good Girl they need to understand Just who I am I may drink too much and play too loud Hang out with a

I'm a busy man There's a little boy out in the driveway His basketball in hand Saying Daddy could we play a little one on one You pat him on the back and say not now son His sister's out on the sidewalk Setting up a lemonade stand Hey Daddy don't you

Give me a boost over Heaven's gate You're the one habit I just can't kick I'm gonna need a boost 'Cause everything else is a substitute for your love As many times as you can And in the end if I don't make it on the list Would you sneak me a wristband?

I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm hmm, I roll both night and day But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm mmm , boys, to be rollin' this-a way And

Young and reckless, rich and wealthy Say health is wealth, that means I'm deadly That's why they sweat me, successful black man With a felony, but what you tellin' me? Don't hire me so I bought the company Bitch ain't shit funny, I'm not Bill Bellamy

I am bound to you And boy, I believe in us I am terrified to love for the first time I found a man I can trust Can't you see that I'm bound in chains? I finally found my way Sweet love, sweet love Trapped in your love I've opened up, unsure I can trust

I'm a boy and I'm a man I gotta get away Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm eighteen

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy In the house of the rising sun There is a house in Sin City And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in Sin City

Word for word for word forward They're just fucking words Say have you heard Goodbye Jimmy, farewell youth I must be on my way I have had enough of you I was a young man proud and true Just a simple boy with nothing else to lose Years that I've wasted