My 1st Song

Why must I try to stay above water, you know?

Just stay busy, stay working

Puff told me, like, the key to this joint

The key to staying on top of things

Is treat everything like it's your first project

You know what I'm saying?

Like it's your first day, like I wasn't even an intern

Like, that's how you try to treat things like

Just stay hungry

Y'all wanna know why he don't stop

Y'all wanna know why he don't flop

Let me tell you people why

Came from the bottom of the block, I

When I was born, it was sworn

I was never gon' be shit

Had to pull the opposite out this bitch

Had to get my ride on

Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to

Had to, had to get these chips

Had to make moves like Olajuwon

Started out selling dimes and nicks

Graduated to a brick

No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip

Legendary like a school boy

Crushing nearly, nearly, every, every chick

Heavy shit, that's how school boy got whipped

And got left on some just me, myself and I, on some true boy shit

Had to voyage to a place of, to a place of no return

Had to play with fire and get burned

Only way the boy ever gon' learn

Had to lay way in the cut till I finally got my turn

Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned

It's my life, it's my pain and my struggle

The song that I sing to you is my everything

Treat my first like my last and my last like my first

And my thirst is the same as when I came

It's my joy and my tears, and the laughter it brings to me, it's my everything

Like I never rode in a limo

Like I just dropped flows to a demo

Like it's '92 again and I got Os in a rental

Back in the stu' again

No problemo, it's a whole lot simple

When you think back, you thought that

You would never make it this far, then you

Take advantage of the luck you handed

Or the talent you've been given

Ain't no half stepping, ain't no, no slipping

Ain't no different from a block that's hitting

Gotta get it while the getting's good

Gotta strike while the iron's hot, when you stop, then you gotta bid it, good riddance

Goodbye, this is my second major breakup

My first was with a pager

With a hoopie, a cook pot and the game

This one's with the stu', with the stage, with the fortune

Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the fame

It's my life, my pain and my struggle

The song that I sing to you is my everything

Treat my first like my last and my last like my first

And my thirst is the same as when I came

It's my joy and my tears, and the laughter it brings to me, it's my everything

Treat my first like my last and my last like my first

And my first like the first song I sang

It's like the blues, we gon' ride out on this one

Ty, Ty, be high

Yo, High, remember you was making them baskets for them **** at the radio and shit?

Clark Kent, that was good looking out, ****

Carlene, who ever thought we'd make it this far, homie?

Sha, they can't stop us

Know what I'm saying?

Lenny S

Dame, what up?

Robbing the bank

**** thought was crazy, man, remember

You had that fucked up ass handwriting

You was writing all the numbers that we was spending down for the videos we was doing ourselves

Ski, what up?

Original Flavor in the house

Your accounting was crazy wrong and shit

But we, we still put it together

Biggs, what's up?

We ain't went to St. Thomas in a uh

John Meneilly

Your dog peed on homie leg and shit at his crib

I think that was Ruby

And they was having a little trouble with the pool, you and Ty-Ty was laughing

Emery was there, what up, Emery? What up, Ty?

Hip hop, what up, man?

Aye, aye, Hop, you ain't, you ain't have no, uh

You ain't have no muhfuckin' seat on your, on your bicycle

Now you, uh, head of black music

That's what I'm talking 'bout right there, homie

G, what up, G?

Yes sir, everybody in the Roc

Aye, Guru, I know you spoiled, man

I be taking them shits in one take, you gon' have to punch ****' shit

Stiggity

You gon' be tight

OG Juan, what up?

I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process, but it's all good

What's up, Des?

My whole family, my nephew, cousin Angie, what's up?

TiTi

Mom, you made the album, how crazy is that?

Bob-a-Lob, rest in peace

My pops, rest in peace

What's up A.J.?

Biggie Smalls, rest in peace

****, I'm, I'm 'bout to go golfing, man

Aye, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it

I'm going somewhere nice where no mosquitos at, ****

Holler at me

It's your boy