My 1st Song

I'm just, tryin' to stay above water y'know
Just stay busy, stay workin'
Puff told me like, the key to this joint
The key to stayin', on top of things
Is treat everythin' like it's your first project, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like it's your first day like back when you was an intern
Like, that's how you try to treat things like, just stay hungry

Uh, uh, yes, yes
Y'all wanna know, why he don't stop?
Y'all wanna know, why he don't flop?
Let me tell you pe-eople why
Came from the bottom of the block I
When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit
Had to pull the opposite out this bitch
Had to get my ri-ide on

Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to
Had to, had to get these chips
Had to make moves like Olajuwon
Started out sellin' dimes and nicks
Graduated to a brick
No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip
Legendary like a schoolboy
Crushin' merely nearly every every chick

Heavy shit, that's how schoolboy got whipped
And got left on some Just Me, Myself and I
On some Trugoy shit
Had to voyage to a place of, to a place of no return
Had to play with fire and get burned
Only way the boy ever gon' learn
Had to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turn
Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned

It's my life, it's my pain and my struggle
The song that I sing to you it's my everything
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst is the same as, when I came
It's my joy and my tears and the laughter it brings to me
It's my everything

Like I never rode in a limo
Like I just dropped flows to a demo
Like it's '92 again and
And I got O's in the rental
Back in the Stu' again, no prob' livin' was a whole lot simple
When you think back, you thought that
You would never make it this far, then you

Take advantage of the luck you handed
Or the talent, you been given
Ain't no, half steppin', ain't no, no slippin'
Ain't no different from a block that's hidden
Gotta get it while the getting's good
Gotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stop
Then you gotta bid it, good riddance

Goodbye, this is my second major breakup
My first was, with a pager
With a hooptie, a cookpot, and the game
This one's with the stool, with the stage, with the fortune
Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the fame

It's my life, my pain and my struggle
The song that I sing to you it's my everything
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst is the same as, when I came
It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me
It's my everything
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst like the first song I sang

Woo! It's like the blues, we gon' ride out on this one
Ty-Ty, B-High
Yo High, remember you was making them baskets
For them niggas at radio and shit?
Clark Kent, that was good lookin' out nigga
Carline, who ever thought we'd make it this far, homie?
Sha, they can't stop us, know what I'm sayin'? Lenny S

Dame, what up? Robbin' the bank
Niggas thought we was crazy man, 'member, uh
You had that fucked up ass handwritin'
You was writin' all the numbers that we was spendin' down
For the videos we was doin' ourselves
(Ski, whattup? Original Flavor in the house)
Your accounting was crazy wrong and shit
But we we still put it together

Bigs, whassup? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh (John Meneilly)
Your dog peed on homey leg and shit at his ccrib
I think that was Rudy
And they was havin' a lil' trouble with the pool
You and Ty-Ty was laughin'
Emory was there, what up Emory? What up Ty?

Hip-Hop, what up man?
Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no, uhh
You ain't have no muh'fuckin' seat on your, on your bicycle
Now you uh, the head of black music
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there homie
Gee, what up, Gee?

Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc
Hey Guru, I know you spoiled man
I be takin' them shits in one take
You gon' have to punch niggas shit, you gon' be tight
OG Juan, what up?
I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process
But it's all good, what's up Dez?

My whole family, my nephew, cousin Angie, what's up? Ti-Ti
(Bey, Bey, Bey, Bey)
Mom, you made the album, how crazy is that?
Bobalob, rest in peace
My pops, rest in peace (Sup A.J.?)
Biggie Smalls, rest in peace
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Nigga, I'm 'bout to go golfin' man
Ay, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it
I'm goin' somewhere nice where no mosquitos at nigga
Holla at me, it's your boy