I know my wrist be dancing crazy Been on some fly shit lately Used to be so damn patient But now it's fuck you, pay me Can't let these motherfuckers phase me Never let that money change me Ain't the way my mama raised me Don't mean to brag but can you

That's all a nigga got So if it's 'bout that cream Then I'm all up in the spot I got a dollar and a dream Just a dollar and a dream Young nigga with his jeans low Nice guy just got a mean flow Never seen rich but he's seen po'

All you've ever wanted (Little things give you away) Was someone to truly look up to you (Little things give you away) Little things give you away All you've ever wanted Was someone to truly look up to you I mean nothin' to you The little things give you

How big, how blue, how (beautiful) And meanwhile a man was falling from space So much time on the other side And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips And I was making you a wish In every skyline How big, how blue, how beautiful And every day I

In the game of life The game of life The time has come For me to talk to you And I don't mean To hurt your pride But everybody needs a friend sometimes To make you see the light

How big, how blue, how (beautiful) And meanwhile a man was falling from space So much time on the other side And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips And I was making you a wish In every skyline How big, how blue, how beautiful And every day I

I've never been down this road before As the days go by I only miss you more I thought one day we would touch the sky I never realized what you meant to me Till I tried drowning out your memory It only hurts when I'm sober But it runs burn like it's not

You're all the same You know you won't last forever A flavor of the week is how you'll be remembered No one will remember your name This place isn't meant for people like you Spouting ideals for your fans to consume You're insignificant, like an ant in

All we are is broken glass Thrown to the floor we were never meant to last And all we are are empty shells Try to pick us up you’re gonna cut yourself We didn’t know it couldn’t go on forever We believe that we can go on forever You’re gonna cut yourself

Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie Ride wit me Come ride wit Trice, man I brought my man wit me Curtis Interscope Jack (ha ha) Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif' yeah Holla at 'em