My 1st Song - A Cappella (Explicit)

Uh, uh, yes, yes

Y'all wanna know, why he don't stop

Y'all wanna know, why he don't flop

Let me tell you pe-eople 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 ri-ide 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 sellin' dimes and nicks

Graduated to a brick

No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip

Legendary like a schoolboy

Crushin' merely nearly every every chick

Heavy shit, that's how schoolboy got whipped

And got left on some "Just Me, Myself and I"

On some Trugoy 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, 'til 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 songs 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 O's in the rental

Back in the Stu' again, no prob' livin was a whole lot simpler

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 been given

Ain't no, half steppin', ain't no, no slippin'

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

Gotta get it while the getting's good

Gotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stop

Then you gotta bid it, good riddance

Goodbye, this is my second major breakup

My first was, with a pager

With a hooptie, a cookpot, 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 it's 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 my laughter it brings to me

It's my everything

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

And my thirst like the first song I sang

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

Ty-Ty, B-High

Yo, High, 'member you was making them baskets

For them niggaa at radio and shit?

Clark Kent, that was good lookin' out nigga

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

Sha, they can't stop us, you know what I'm sayin'? Lenny S

Dame, what up? Robbin' the bank

Niggas thought we was crazy man, 'member uh

You had that fucked up ass handwritin'

You was writin' all the numbers that we was spendin' down

For the videos we was doin' ourselves (Ski what up?)

(Original Flavor in the house)

Your accountant was crazy wrong and shit

But we, we still put it together

Bigs, what's up? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh (John Meneilly)

Your dog peed on homey leg and shit

At his crib, I think that was Rudy

And they was havin' a lil' trouble with the pool

You and Ty-Ty was laughing

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

Hip-Hop, what up man?

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

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

Now you're the, uh, the head of black music

That's what I'm talkin" bout right there homie, Gee, what up Gee?

Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc

Hey Guru, I know you spoiled man

I be takin' them shits in one take

You gon' have to punch niggaS shit, stick it 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 Dash?

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

(Bey, Bey, Bey, Bey) Mom, you made the album, how crazy is that?

Bobalob, rest in peace

My pops, rest in peace (sup A.J.?)

Biggie Smalls, rest in peace

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Nigga, I'm 'bout to go golfin' man

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

I'm goin' somewhere nice where no mosquitos at nigga

Holla at me, it's your boy