If I die before I wake
At least I lived life my way
Hope that you remember me
Came up fast, bittersweet
Please prepare me mentally
'Fore you take my song on Mtv

Now that you're no longer a lord that's trapped
You have graduated to the Hood Pope
You have made it to represent your people
Show them another way
Be the voice of the people
who couldn't make it out the hood

Make sure my family good, my ma still in the hood
I ain’t rich like they think cause I copped me one mink
They think I got me a house
with a big couch and a gold sink
With a model bitch with a gold ring
big ass fish in a fish tank
Haha, you laughing, just put me in my casket
I ain't even into nagging, it's what it is, I'm passing

And though times is hard now, your success awaits them
I'm no different what y'all are saying
Ferg made it out? Well, I can play that game
You're not exempt from the growing chain
Niggas forget who's afraid to change
You're the trapped lord, I will remain

Hood Pope, I'ma teach these confused folks
how to maneuver
Through folks and attention, get you choked, you know
Slim model girls sniffing the coke
Fiend on the block sniffin' the dope
I wanna help, I don't know
Tell me the, antidote
How you hood and a pope
Conscious thinking, ghetto though
I'll teach you how to build a grow tree
Life like a bike and pedal slow

Now you're the voice of the guys on the corners
And the kids who have no direction, guide them
Through the trials and the tribulations
Teach them the world can be accumulated with patience

If I die before I wake
At least I lived life my way
Hope that you remember me
Came up fast, bittersweet
Please prepare me mentally
'Fore you take my song on Mtv