but I just don't change a thing Its all in my head all my hopes and my fears And I lay it all out all for you all to see and its All in my head
out of buff niggas, fakin' a flex We keep it A.O.B. All on, baby Y'all pay for puss, mayne, y'all so crazy You trick harder than the NBA And got mad when
til the game lock You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block Stackin' up my bread, make me stand a little taller Collectin' my winnings without punching
Completely changed faces You wouldn?t understand even if we trade places You?ll never find another me, face it! [Broadway] My life ain?t sweet I don?t know who told you that? My shoes
ain't want da bird cause I been killng dese hoes Dese niggas jus drop dead' in da drop head All we do is bop head To da side like busta in da pepsi add
watching my cutiepie get beautified Make me want better jewels, a newer ride Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good
club, they gettin' wild for me And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me These rap cats man they all got they style from me, they all got they
[feat. Ne-Yo & Ryan Leslie] [R-Les:] All my ladies killin em get your hands up All my ladies killin em get them hands up If you really killin' em keep
(feat. Ryan Leslie & Ne-Yo) [R-Les] All my ladies killin em get your hands up All my ladies killin em get them hands up If you really killin' em keep
How are the poets, the women and the orphans torn? I miss 'em all like, old opportunities gone What of the elders, story tellers in abandoned homes Miss 'em all
my shoes Lay down my worries I never crash and burn I'll never crash and burn If I lived my life on an aeroplane I'd pick up all my friends and
this for my ego. So why do I get all this bullshit? Put yourself in my shoes. Maybe you won't get so much abuse. But you're always ragging me. Seems nothing is good
me all i need, a new ? wheels, ? so i'm loving no real, just ? all i need the car to have my back, a compass on my ? before i die all i need i just
though (oh well shit fuck it, you all good then) [Z-Ro:] I'm breaking, my bud sack down (bud sack down) And representing, H-Town (H-Town) My homies,
me get my bread Some of my closest niggaz, wanna see me lose it all But the love of my name is on, they can't get in my shoes at all I'm still hood with
this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partnas, all
up by bread Holla [Chorus] [Z-Ro] (Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my motherfuckin hood My nigga Grady and Mike Newsome in the streets up to no good Tryin to make good
