Lyrics

, it's easy to look at my life, and don't see no pain, i remember takin' 3, 4 trains, to re cocaine, standing in the lobby, during sleet, snow, rain, waiting for fiends, with a pint of beef lomain, breaking day on the grind, i used to be so drained, but ain't a saturday i wasn't up to see soul train, sometimes i ain't see no gain, cause i was runnin' to ralphies every time my trees showed stains, i was lucky i ain't seized for maim, get shot or stuck up standin' at them c-lo games, but now shit with these skios changed, i ain't know why the fuck they used to look at me so strange, glanced at my neck, and didn't see no chain, be saying "that's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain, ya'll surprised f-a-b-o's sane, in my rolla life, i done jumped in and out of 3, 4 lanes, i'm still here, my mama used to tell me, "son, you're gonna make it one day, it'll happen", who knew i'd have what it takes, to be famous and one day i'd be rappin' - no, my papa used to ask me, "son, are you prepared? cause one day it could happen", i dreamed about this game, but who would of believed that one day i'd be trapped in - no, i just want some peace of mind, niggas'll risk havin' cuffs on their wrists, for this masterpiece on mine, know that i'm a squeeze until the top of my piece recline, i can't see myself in back of a caprice confined, but on a small island, too far for police to find, with girls who look 'rican and guyanese combined, i gotta make sure my niece is fine, she get every doll for christmas, new jordans at easter-time, some be like "at least you signed", but that just make is easy, to get pointed out at precinct lines, all y'all can see if every piece be dime, and i be gettin' nikes, before they even get released sometime, youngsters, don't let these videos geese your mind, it ain't cool to end up deceased for shine, and if you can't get the whole pot, just take a piece and grind, hold your head, your stress will cease in time, feel me, sometimes i wish i could go way back when, i could walk thru, and ain't nobody know jay jackson, everything was ok back then, now everybody playin' a cool role, and i know they actin, i gotta go back through my ol' way packin', these wolves know my jewels is filled with o shade jacksons, i don't care as long as my dough stay stackin', but these niggas with me be eager to show they mack 10s, and i'm the one the po's stay trackin', plus i got all these ducks, around the ol' way quackin', these hoes may crack grins, but i swear to god, i won't never take o.j's actions, if i would've let this flow stay packed in, i'd probably be with nick and 'rome, spending my whole day shacked in, for now i just roll on those eight jacksons, 'till clue and duro, brings those gray plaques in, yeah, one day it'll happen, that one day i'd be rappin', no, one day it could happen, one day i'd be trapped in, no

Song details

Artist: fabolous