[Intro:]
Yeah,
That's why I do this shit,
I think they call this, hmm, venting.
[Verse 1:]
This is me, still the same,
They want the hits, I play the game,
No Auto-Tune, but you can feel the pain,
It all comes spillin' out like I hit a vein.
What up, Lil Bro? What up, Slum Ville?
I hope you know that y'all the reason I have fun still,
The fans thinkin' that we all signed for one mil',
Equal opportunity rappin', that shit is unreal.
That ain't how it work, that ain't that how it goes,
And I been gettin' high just to balance out the lows,
And I could use a writer just to balance out my flows,
But I never share my thoughts, this is all a nigga knows.
And every time I try, it opens up my eyes:
These verses are a chance to be remembered and reprised,
And I would be performin' this as long as I'm alive,
So every word I utter will be mine.
[Chorus:]
Don't believe the lies, look me in my eyes,
Please, don't be scared of me, please, don't be scared of me.
I remember you, this feeling isn't new,
So please, don't be scared of me, please, don't be scared of me.
[Verse 2:]
Don't take this the wrong way but, uh.
I never cried when Pac died,
But I probably will when Hov does,
And if my tears hold value, then I would drop one
For every single thing he showed us.
And I'll be standin' in a puddle,
I stay away from niggas that could land me in some trouble,
And Imma keep it honest, I'm so tired of bein' subtle;
It's just me, 40, O and Nik standin' in a huddle.
Starin' at the members of my team,
Who get questioned about they profit from this million dollar scheme;
Just know that I'm in debt for you defendin' all our dreams,
I hope you tell your families this shit ain't what it seems.
But y'all the reason for a lot of my devotion,
You know, I spend money because spendin' time is hopeless,
And know I pop bottles ‘cause I bottle my emotions,
At least, I put it all in the open.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Look: fuck all y'all, we ignore feelings here,
Premature millionaires, welcome to my realest year.
Yeah, I swear that we makin' a killin' here,
I should be on top of the world just chillin' here,
But it's funny havin' fans,
Who find you before anybody ever has the chance,
And build you up so you could be the biggest in the game,
And realize when you're there sometimes the shit don't feel the same.
Yeah, and plus things are just surreal at home,
People think I've changed just because my appeal has grown,
And now security follow me everywhere,
So I never actually am alone, I just always feel alone.
I think, I'm scared of what the future holds,
I was wishin' for some things and now I'm used to those,
Every girl I meet thinks I'm fuckin' groupie hoes,
The honesty of my music has left me too exposed.
All my old friends think I got a new crowd,
And people seem to notice every time I do smile,
I guess that mean they come few and far between,
Even know I'm livin' out what you would call the dream.
Yeah, and my uncle ain't even messagin' me
And him missin' in my life is kind of messin' with me,
I hope this isn't one of those forever things,
It's funny how money can change everything.
[Chorus]
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