Yeah I'm lukewarm now but I was cold once
The rap game won't accept me, I ain't got gold fronts
I don't cruise on dubs, I don't shoot up clubs
I don't push weight homie, I never moved drugs
But I did start from the bottom
Had a hard head, soft bottom
And now the Billboard charts got him
Ranked at number one, and thanks to everyone
Who appreciates what I'm doin' here
The beats that I make are a keepsake, like a souvenir
But I wasn't always doin' music
I was stupid and foolish
Livin' life recklessly
Like the time when the magistrate arrested me
I was writin' like, check after check every week
Couldn't help it but the money interested me
But I wised up quick, best believe that
Now I only cop a sweater if I need that, yeah
I came a long way from pickin' up chicken at Dodge's
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To bein' on stage, shimmyin' next to Roger
Those were the good days, but I'm forgettin'
Some of them didn't want me in, they said that I was different
So I fell back, and I prayed about it
Couple days later, heard them boys had came around and
Now I'm onstage with a cane, shoutin' my name
Yeah, y'all know the rest
Yeah, and there are many other instances to speak about
But I ain't mention 'em on purpose, had to leave 'em out
'Cause if I told you everything that I've been through
You'd probably wanna jump up out the window
And if I told you 'bout the things that I've seen
You might scream 'til your eyes pop out like high beams
Have your ass drinkin' Visine, yeah I did it my way
Like Baskin-Robbins ice cream, Irene take it away!

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