[intro]
If you're dealing war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight

[verse]
Yeah, in london talkin' to rhetorik
'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished
But I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how life changed
And rearranged
No matter what happens
Everything ain't gon' be the same
The incredible album
What an incredible outcome
I grip the mic and then talk
To the people like I'm malcolm
I used to think the fame
And money was the motivation
Until I toured the world
And met the people face to face and
Understood that the power
Was harnessed in that basement
It ain't about the money and notoriety
It's about the people
And making a difference in society
But don't get it twisted
This life I'm living is like a movie
The godfather
The goodfella wielding the uzi
One with the people
If the people is wondering who's he?
Same level, the same rebel
That never settled
Pullin' strings like geppeto
Who overcame the ghetto
And I know you wrote me
And I still ain't answered
Cause shit is different now
It's forced upon me
Different stances
I used to spend all my time
Conversing with you
But now I write this song to let you know
I'm hurting with you
Shit is too big, but let's be honest, man
It's kinda bittersweet
Besides the shows and meet
And greets y'all only see me on the street
And even then
That shit is rare-I just don't go outside
Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world
I'd rather hide
That misconception, "cause I rap
I must be filled with pride"
Shit I ain't perfect
If you heard different then someone lied
People in my ear telling me
"talk that shit"
Actions speak louder than words
I'd rather walk that shit
Since the first album
I'm one of the highest earners on the label
Within six months
I put the second one on they table
I've played sold out shows
In parts of the world I can't pronounce
Release the tickets
Watch them disappear when we announce
Fuck all that murderous
Syllable shit right now
Just let me bounce
The mood around me is people smokin'
That by the ounce
Leave friday for the show
And come back monday with a hundred grand
Don't fuck with checks
So when I bounce I prefer cash in hand
You know my first week looking crazy
Due to high demand
Cause people don't buy music
In this day and age
They buy the brand
There's ups and downs, don't get me wrong
But back when I ain't have shit
Felt like I would've sold my soul
To make it with this rap shit
Thank god he never let lucifer
Close enough to ask
Let me attain it by workin' hard
And busting my ass
Achieved a lot in life
But what's a lot with more to gain?
At least I don't drink to avoid the hurt
We call that champagne

[outro]
Come some more into my sight