But in the end It doesn't even matter I tried so hard And got so far I had to fall To lose it all It doesn't even matter how hard you try The journey is more important than the end or the start And what it meant to me will eventually be

You ain't going nowhere. Where you going, where you tryna go Baby, baby? Boy, you better listen to the words I say Boy, you better act like you got some sense, 'Cause you got a dime, and that's money well spent. Sit yourself down, 'cause you know you're

Love so soft, so soft Break it then you buy it and it sure gonna cost ya Love so soft that you can't rub off You gon' love it if you try it If you want this love, got to hold it tight I wanna be closer to you, let you under my skin You gotta be careful

Oh me, oh me, oh my I just shut the club down, I ain't even try If you not fuckin' with us Test us and I guarantee we let it fly I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie If you ain't fuckin' with us, don't come to our side See them rollin' with

You or me, baby, who's gonna break first? Who's gonna walk up and say "hi" Say, "what the hell are we doin'?" Then lean in a little close to whose lips Standing at the bar tryin' to get a drink Got one I hadn't touched at the table Somebody said you're

It won't be because I ain't tryin' You see I've got myself an angel Well, if I never get to heaven Eleven once or twice ain't bad If I never get to heaven And that's all I need to be my guide If I never hit seven I said, if I never hit seven And that's

Yeah I said so, so who drove him? That shit crazy, man Who drove him to the hospital? 'Cause I'm in here trying to make a love song and shit Like I get this bad news I just got the call before I heard the beat They just shot my dog like why it had to be

Lord have mercy, got to tell it Tell it just like it is, every word. Yeah! I was living in St. Louis In the year of nineteen fifty five Mama didn't have no great mansion, Just a little old country dive. Papa worked all week long, Tryin' to keep us six

Take it back with no regrets I was better off when I was on your side And I was holding on (I gotta tell you) Maybe the water's high Taking back an empty threat More than you could ever know To try and not forget Hoping that you'd never know

Drop it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot When the pimp's in the crib ma When the pigs try to get at you And if a nigga get a attitude I got the Rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going