What are you on? What are you I know what I meant for my nigga, I'm respected My life is for my people, they been movin' reckless Trap, job, plat' niggas workin' restless All you want is my money but do you respect it? Oh girl, what are you on? Oh girl,

Some people really Some people really are (O-o-o-o-one two one two Some dreams stay dreams some dreams come true) Some people (Yeah) Some people Still dreaming (And as the sun sets and the night falls) They are still dreaming (and them hoes call)

Good people know Good people (good people, good good people) Good people They can always spot another one when they're nearby Good people know (good people know) They say you are who you hang with It's no coincidence I wanna hang with you Rise and fall

That's why the lady is a tramp Life without care She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She likes the theatre and never comes late She never bothers with people she'd hate Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls Won't go to Harlem in ermine and

America, America And the red man is right, to expect a little from you And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too Promise and then follow through, America Well I come from, down around Tennessee But the people in California Are nice to me,

Never selling heroin, never selling crack again Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin They pretend to give a fuck, just like the Vatican

I just wanted to hold Our hopes and expectations Black holes and revelations Hold you in my arms You in my arms The ship is taking me far away Far away from the memories Of the people who care if I live or die

Some people live their dreams Some people close their eyes Some people's destiny There are no guarantees There are no alibis That's how our love must be Don't ask why

People, listen! Run, run, run, they don't like what we're thinking At least we are not staggering from drinking Don't try to figure out What's happenin' inside their head Ain't too much goin' on

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh