[00:12.490]Help, I have done it again
[00:19.490]I have been here many times before
[00:26.490]Hurt myself again today
[00:32.490]And the worst part is there’s no one else to blame
[00:40.490]Be my friend, hold me
[00:46.490]Wrap me up, unfold me
[00:53.490]I am small, and needy
[00:59.490]Warm me up and breathe me
[01:09.490]Uh, it’s just me against the world
[01:13.490]Lost my mistress and my girl
[01:16.490]All they wanted was what's in my safe
[01:19.490]And all I wanted was just to be great
[01:22.490]Contemplate, real or fake, all these people in my face
[01:25.490]Wasn't ready for the fame, I flipped my ****ing mattress and caught a case,
[01:28.490]Looking at my fans like I can't ball without a base
[01:31.490]They understand, ride till' the end
[01:33.490]Now bow our heads and let us pray, Amen
[01:36.490]And after all these years of crime and malice
[01:39.490]I look down and see I'm cold and calloused
[01:42.490]And while our sins are too filthy to bear
[01:46.490]We have to wash them down,
[01:47.490]now grab your chalice and toast to those who always raised their glasses
[01:52.490]When most never chose to go against the masses
[01:55.490]So if you ride or die let me see them L's
[01:58.490]And I'll take you to a place where we can be ourselves
[02:01.490]Look, Hollywood is not my type of party
[02:04.490]Nah, look what happened to Chris Farley rest in peace.
[02:09.490]rest in peace
[02:09.890]And then Christopher Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems
[02:12.490]And left fewer people than when you started ****ing with it
[02:15.490]And you wonder why I don't drink coffee
[02:17.490]I don't wanna wake up to these problems of a boss like John Gotti
[02:20.490]I'd rather be Che Guevara mixed with a little bit of Marcus Garvey
[02:23.490]In hopes of a revolution as results of my anarchy
[02:27.490]But I’m hardly ever home so I guess I'll be quick
[02:30.490]Everybody wanna have their two cents,
[02:32.490]Take it, Here, I don't owe y'all ****ing shit
[02:33.490]Smoke a zip, change my clothes and give my five year-old a kiss
[02:37.490]Family mad at my success don’t they say hate is where home is, Damn
[02:40.490]So it’s just me against the world
[02:44.490]Lost my mistress and my girl
[02:47.490]All they wanted was what's in my safe
[02:50.490]And all I wanted was just to be great
[02:54.490]But greatness is in the eye of the beholder
[02:57.490]so it starts with you.
[03:00.490]Believe in your own abilities the way you have believed in mine
[03:03.490]It's time, put em up
[03:06.490]Lets toast to those who always raised their glasses
[03:10.490]When most never chose to go against the masses
[03:13.490]Now I know you ride or die so let me see them L's
[03:16.490]And be proud you are not afraid to be yourself
[03:21.490]If they want me come and get me,
[03:24.490]unload this clip till' it's empty
[03:27.490]And I ain't stutter mother****er
[03:30.490]Do whatever I must to protect my brother
[03:33.490]Respect no other, put no man above each other
[03:35.490]This is what you live out when you trying to make it out the gutter
[03:39.490]This is how you show that precious little baby girl you love her
[03:42.490]This is how you step up as a man and get that bread and butter
[03:46.490]But get by, all we do is get by
[03:48.490]Ironic how we're lower class but always seem to get high
[03:52.490]And the chronic seller is the man because he got the supply
[03:55.490]Get it? Demand and supply, make that spinach, get that Popeye
[03:58.490]Sleep with one eye open,
[03:59.490]Door closed ****ing next to me, no clothes
[04:02.490]Make songs feel like photos, I am hip-hop’s Andy Warhol
[04:05.490]Yeah, so if they want me come and get me,
[04:09.490]and i'll unload this clip till' it's empty

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And the worst part is there’s no one else to blame
Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, unfold me
I am small, and needy
Warm me up and breathe me
Uh, it’s just me against the world
Lost my mistress and my girl
All they wanted was what's in my safe
And all I wanted was just to be great
Contemplate, real or fake, all these people in my face
Wasn't ready for the fame, I flipped my ****ing mattress and caught a case,
Looking at my fans like I can't ball without a base
They understand, ride till' the end
Now bow our heads and let us pray, Amen
And after all these years of crime and malice
I look down and see I'm cold and calloused
And while our sins are too filthy to bear
We have to wash them down,
now grab your chalice and toast to those who always raised their glasses
When most never chose to go against the masses
So if you ride or die let me see them L's
And I'll take you to a place where we can be ourselves
Look, Hollywood is not my type of party
Nah, look what happened to Chris Farley rest in peace.
rest in peace
And then Christopher Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems
And left fewer people than when you started ****ing with it
And you wonder why I don't drink coffee
I don't wanna wake up to these problems of a boss like John Gotti
I'd rather be Che Guevara mixed with a little bit of Marcus Garvey
In hopes of a revolution as results of my anarchy
But I’m hardly ever home so I guess I'll be quick
Everybody wanna have their two cents,
Take it, Here, I don't owe y'all ****ing shit
Smoke a zip, change my clothes and give my five year-old a kiss
Family mad at my success don’t they say hate is where home is, Damn
So it’s just me against the world
Lost my mistress and my girl
All they wanted was what's in my safe
And all I wanted was just to be great
But greatness is in the eye of the beholder
so it starts with you.
Believe in your own abilities the way you have believed in mine
It's time, put em up
Lets toast to those who always raised their glasses
When most never chose to go against the masses
Now I know you ride or die so let me see them L's
And be proud you are not afraid to be yourself
If they want me come and get me,
unload this clip till' it's empty
And I ain't stutter mother****er
Do whatever I must to protect my brother
Respect no other, put no man above each other
This is what you live out when you trying to make it out the gutter
This is how you show that precious little baby girl you love her
This is how you step up as a man and get that bread and butter
But get by, all we do is get by
Ironic how we're lower class but always seem to get high
And the chronic seller is the man because he got the supply
Get it? Demand and supply, make that spinach, get that Popeye
Sleep with one eye open,
Door closed ****ing next to me, no clothes
Make songs feel like photos, I am hip-hop’s Andy Warhol
Yeah, so if they want me come and get me,
and i'll unload this clip till' it's empty