Let's go, ay This story we about to tell you, is all true The names may have been changed to protect some of those close to me Uhh, uhh, true story, but if not
They say money is the root of all evil And I'm really startin to see what it do to people Check it (c'mon) mo' money, mo' problems Well e'rybody got problems, but they expect me to solve 'em (hey) And I can barely solve my own Got me lookin at 'em like, "You supposed to be grown?" And I done said this shit in four different tones To they face, e-mails mayne and over the phone I done said that shit calm, I done said that shit loud I done pulled 'em to the side, I done tried to sit 'em down But some just don't get it Cause they mind only focused on (hey) shit what I got What they ain't got, and what they can't get Got me lookin at my albums like "Who wrote this shit?" Believe me man, I hope this get just a tad bit better but I doubt that shit (it's like hey!)
I can hear these people say, "Damn that boy done changed" But they don't understand the pressures I'm goin through Oh how I wish there was a way, to change places for a day Just so they can see what it's like to walk a mile in my shoes
Yo, listen C'mon, I love Dave Chappelle But I don't know too many turn down 50 mil' See that's talk for real Besides, you know what I had to go through to get this deal? How many brothers I done seen get killed for 50 bucks and a few of them pills? Y'all don't feel me (Man please) Damn right I sing all them songs So I can buy my pops a car and my momma a home So she can sit up on the phone with her best friend Joan Talkin like on and on how her baby done grown "How my baby make his own through the microphone And how my baby been my baby since my baby was born" But uhh, I ain't sayin man it's all about the money But let's face it, you can't make a record for free I'll be damned if I watch 'em make a mil' off me And I just sit back and take it, for minimum wage And I done gave 'em e'rything but my D and my A I say hey, that's what the contract say (contract say) They make it seem like you can't get away It's like you owe these niggaz three more days Y'all don't feel me (hey!)
Woo! Uh, uh... Shout out to my nigga Polow Woo! A knocker right here O.G. Uh, uh, uh, yea
