| Yeah, heh, you know it’s funny |
| The more things change, the more they stay the same |
| I’m sittin', watchin' these things around me |
| People doubting me, people questioning me |
| But everything’s falling into place |
| Yeah, everything in time, feel me? |
| Never thought I’d be this fly, what |
| Never thought I’d be this tight, what |
| Never thought I’d have my time, what |
| Never thought you’d hear me rap, what |
| Everybody wanna a piece of my cut |
| That record deal got sour |
| It’s a trip how people change in this game |
| But it’s still the same |
| Never thought I’d be this fly, what |
| Never thought I’d be this tight, what |
| Never thought I’d have my time, what |
| Never thought you’d hear me rap, what |
| Everybody wanna a piece of my cut |
| That record deal got sour |
| It’s a trip how people change in this game |
| But it’s still the same |
| Never caught behind, twist-ups of the mind |
| Why I can’t bring that body? |
| Flipped it last time, press rewind |
| Script it, that time, got ya mind |
| Boys wasn’t wit it, had to recline |
| Laid back, fade back plenty of times |
| Tommy Boy’s filled with plenty of rhymes |
| Back there niggas never called me fine |
| One of the guys that scouts the scene |
| Roughed up, stuffed up, left the scene |
| Y’all bitches wouldn’t never believe |
| That their niggas was checkin' for me |
| Little girl, curls, that was me |
| Little world, swirls, that was me |
| Drama unfold, that was me |
| Drama fun, girls that was me |
| Scrawny little thing, as a child |
| Men would chuck, runnin' wild |
| Me called names? Not allowed |
| Gotta be something that was vile |
| Wide eyed, cried, takin' 'em blowin' |
| Start ridin', cried |
| Flip that, start lookin' for shows |
| Spit that, time I have to go |
| On the car 'round the block, runnin' with boys |
| Only girl got Slick McCoy |
| Had a little crush, name was Troy |
| Got a little rush, loved the joy |
| Bent adolescent tryin' to get down |
| to wearin' a frown |
| Steady comin' up, wonderin' how |
| Never been as fly, so look at me now |
| Never thought I’d be this fly, what |
| Never thought I’d be this tight, what |
| Never thought I’d have my time, what |
| Never thought you’d hear me rap, what |
| Everybody wanna a piece of my cut |
| That record deal got sour |
| It’s a trip how people change in this game |
| But it’s still the same |
| Never thought I’d be this fly, what |
| Never thought I’d be this tight, what |
| Never thought I’d have my time, what |
| Never thought you’d hear me rap, what |
| Everybody wanna a piece of my cut |
| That record deal got sour |
| It’s a trip how people change in this game |
| But it’s still the same |
| Started growin' up, started to bloom |
| Same damn thing, chased out the storm |
| E-lay C-lay caught at noon |
| Write more, fight more, stay in my room |
| Gettin' with the wrong guy, never again |
| Get it from the wrong guy, never a friend |
| Try to go straight, world tryin' to end |
| No such thing, 'cuz I’m tryin' to mend |
| Niggas try to see me, never before |
| Bitches wanna be me, never before |
| Niggas that would dis me, tryin' to score |
| Bitches now jealous of me whore |
| Heard they relay many of lines |
| Got played, got laid many times |
| Crushed inhibition, lookin' for signs |
| Love didn’t live here, it was blind |
| Never thought I’d be this fly, what |
| Never thought I’d be this tight, what |
| Never thought I’d have my time, what |
| Never thought you’d hear me rap, what |
| Everybody wanna a piece of my cut |
| That record deal got sour |
| It’s a trip how people change in this game |
| But it’s still the same |
| Never thought I’d be this fly, what |
| Never thought I’d be this tight, what |
| Never thought I’d have my time, what |
| Never thought you’d hear me rap, what |
| Everybody wanna a piece of my cut |
| That record deal got sour |
| It’s a trip how people change in this game |
| But it’s still the same |
| «Who's she?», everybody askin' me |
| «Who's she?», everybody ask to see |
| Who? Me? Everybody tryin' to be |
| Game ain’t never been a thing to me |
| Was broke, now tote plenty of G’s |
| Got mad, get with L-O-V |
| Me be mellow and sweet |
| Came up, has lots of luck |
| Came up, heads like destruct |
| Write more, don’t get stuck |
| Write more, then make a buck |
| Bitch can’t be heard or a thing |
| Been that shit, heard runnin' schemes |
| Now I’m the hottest thing on the scene |
| Straight line, got mine, know what I mean? |
| Keep it on top, not a raid |
| Hope it don’t fly, masquerade |
| Myself from them days of play |
| Stories like this that I relate |
| Hopin' that, don’t start to slip |
| Hopin' that, can keep a grip |
| Write rhymes that I can flip |
| Mothafuckin' business, it’s a trip |
| Learned that life ain’t a game |
| Passed up, passed by, it’s a shame |
| Never let ya life go insane |
| Time go by, it’s chain |
| Look up, look by, it remains |
| Still be sittin' there, still complain |
| Gold digger’s dream |
| Look up at the sky, say my name |
| Never thought I’d be this fly, what |
| Never thought I’d be this tight, what |
| Never thought I’d have my time, what |
| Never thought you’d hear me rap, what |
| Everybody wanna a piece of my cut |
| That record deal got sour |
| It’s a trip how people change in this game |
| But it’s still the same |
| Never thought I’d be this fly, what |
| Never thought I’d be this tight, what |
| Never thought I’d have my time, what |
| Never thought you’d hear me rap, what |
| Everybody wanna a piece of my cut |
| That record deal got sour |
| It’s a trip how people change in this game |
| But it’s still the same |