[Verse 1] Runnin' from cops, for hundreds of blocks Like Short Dawg before he stumbled And dropped Gun in my crotch and its unloaded I just toat it for fun hoping that one day They catch me on camera like Gunplay Gunbu*ting motherf**ers that's one way To sell a album Need all the help I can get Cause on this shelf that I sit, its real lonely My fans do they still want me? They waitin', I am fightin' satan He think I am his lil homie These stories are metaphors They hold a deeper message for those who fed up Hoping you had my life instead of yours They say the gra** is always greener The p**y's always cleaner on the other side Until you mow the lawn with gonorrhea And you realize you had it better Way before the cheddar came Looking back I wanted your respect and never fame But you know the saying right Jermaine Careful what you ask for Cause even when you was mad poor At least laughed more Never thought I'd still be proving myself on my soph*more I understand its been a year and a half since my last tour But things have changed since I last seen the ring But the one who seem to claim that he the king got a gla** jaw And I'mma break this sh** Cole World no handkerchief [Interlude: (Charlamagne Tha God)] Two cla**ics.... Ahhh f**, f** me I was about to go off (Well at least you wasn't reading off a blackberry You know I was about to ask you about wondering) [Verse 2] Two cla**ics and I am Kobe Bryant on some Laker sh** Fighting to make the playoffs Writing and taking no day offs I'm on fire like money hungry company lay offs No pink slips if loose lips sink ships Then God dammit ahhhh f** these n***as Titanics I am joking, only provoking In hopes to go number one again Hoping some rappers disses me just to make this sh** fun again It's no fair Pac had Mobb Deep and Biggie And I get left with is Tyrese and Diggy This is bullsh**