Chorus. Oh I I just died in your arms tonight. It must’ve been something you said. I just died in your arms tonight (X3). Verse 1. Pop died didn’t cry didn’t know him that well. Between him doin’ heroin and me doin’ crack sales. Put that in an egg shell standin’ at the tabaknaco. Rather the church pretendin’ to be hurt. Wouldn’t work so a smirk was all on my face. Like damn that mans face is just like my face. So Pop I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through. It wasn’t all your fault hommie you got caught. And to this pen game a fault. That Uncle Ray Lost My big brothers and so many others I saw. I’m just glad we got to see each other Talk and remeet each other. Save a place in heaven to the next time we meet foreva-eva. CHORUS (X3). Verse 2. (Feel my truth). music business hate me cuz the industry ain’t make me. Hustlers and boozers embrace me in the music I be makin’. I dumbed down from a audience to double my dollas. They criticize me for all yet they all yell holla. The skillz hold truth be told. I probably be lyrically Talib Kweli. Truthfully I wanted to rhyme like common sense. (but I did 5 mil) I ain’t been rhymin’ like common since. When you sense got that much in common And you’ve been hustlin’ since. Your in ception for what perception go with what makes sense. Since I know what I’m up against. We as rappers must decide what’s most Important. And I cant help the poor if I’m one of them. So I got rich and gave back to me that’s the win win. So next time you see the hommie and his rims spin. Just know that my mind is working just like them. CHORUS (X2). Bridge. Whoo uh cheyeah uh cheyeah (young) cheyeah hahaha. I keep looking for something I can’t get. Broken hearts are all around me. And I don’t see an easy way to get out of this. (turn the music up turn the lights down I’m in my zone). Verse 3. (Feel my truth). Speakers on the tears when no tears should fall. Cuz he was on the block when those squares get off. See in my inner circle all we do is ball. Till we all got triangles on our wall. He is just rappin’ for the platinum y’all record. I recall cuz I’ve really been there before. Four scores and 7 years ago the papers flow paper war. I should fear no man you don’t hear me though. These words ain’t just here to go. In the one ear out the other ear No. My balls and my words is alls I have. What’cha gonna do to me Nigga scars or scab. What’cha gonna box me hommie I can dodge your jab. Three shots couldn’t touch me thank god for that. I’m strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back. And the whole B.K. nigga holla back. CHORUS (X4)