Can't quite put the pen to the pad and write what I feel, so I just decided on this.
Ya'll know me still the same ol' GBut I been low keyHated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keysNo boats, no snowmobiles and no ski'sMad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceriesGot a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracksTo add to the wall full of plaquesHangin up in the office in back of my house like trophiesBut ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freezeHo PleaseYou better bow down on both kneesWho you think taught you to smoke treesWho you think brought you the o' G'sEazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G'sAnd a group that said muthafuck the policeGave you a tape full of dope beatsTo bump when stroll through in your hoodAnd when your album sales wasn't doin too goodWho's the doc that he told you to go seeYa'll better listen up closelyAll you niggas that said that I turned popOr the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleepSo fuck ya'll all of ya'llIf ya'll don't like me blow meYa'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit meAnd turn me back to the old me.
Bye!
