If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
to the end Chukie was a lucky so here’s your end friend I sets the show ain’t brocoli and rice The newer to the new not the old spice Mind over matter
Cuttin' up in the streets like we would never get old Went from Lucy's and buses to sixty cent sodas And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers Mad years
roll Cuttin' up in the streets like we would never get old Went from Lucy's and buses to fifty cent sodas And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers Mad years
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality How can I say: "You ain't shit to me" Without you takin' it personally (Sen Dog) Ten, proper years
is like a crack in the mirror 7 years of bad luck it aint getting better now Not till all is said and done Reflection in the window is the same old face
wrap my wrist dang {go on derrty do the damn thang} I get 'em free {say what} but I pay And if I want I rock a different year of J's e'ry day (uhh) A
with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came
the decades every year summer leaves and my birthday's here And all my friends stand up and cheer And say, "Man you're old Getting old, old, getting old
If you didn't want to talk to me Outside the concert you didn't have to But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man He's only 6 years old
Especially when I come flying through the door I can't ignore The paparazzi outside trying to record Why's every woman never down here before? Am I the only 23 year old
the RIAA They'll sue you if you burn that CD-R It doesn't matter if you're a grandma or a 7-year-old girl They'll treat you like the evil, hard-bitten
book Years and years me and my notebook I take a close look Peep it dread see myself failing A felon on the verge of 1-8-7 But I ain't ever wanna do
to burn Don't think it can't be your turn To go feed you to the streets, so I stay packin' some heat 24 hours 7 days of the week 'cause they creep 24 hours 7
grill in, might let my chain hang Might wrap my wrist (Down dirty, do the damn thing) I get ?em free, say what? But I payin? If I want I rock a different year
old Flows and the old clothes, 'cause now you fake You ain't got no hoes committin' foul play Hatin' on me, but you're waitin' to see Old school Too
9's smoking burners Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat Whole town fucked around and started smoking D Every rap I ever made was about this town I made 7
mean? Tell you some shit, though Been in the game for about 10 years or more Talking about shit you never did before You know my macking is cracking, all of the time 24-7