I'm lost tryna find life Supposed to follow behind christ But at night be texting old girl to see what that behind like Been in my word lately tryna spend my time write But stressed out smoking herb tryna get my mind right Am I a hypocrite or real enough to admit the shit Am I a hypocrite or real enough to admit the shit Nigga If you don't know nothing bout price know I'm sucka-proof Yeah I'm number 1 but gon' forever push the number 2 My daddy had the glass house And he had on colors too And I was in the back my head was bobbing with a cup of juice Got a little older playing pogs I was scuffing shoes Then I started hooping Ya boy was getting buckets too In middle school Me and ju was the trouble 2 Clipse grindin or dipset what we was crumpin to Dre, kanye, outkast we was bumpin to And all them slow pretty ricky songs we was humpin to Robert kelly grind bumpin to Then I started trouble oooh High school I always used to disrespect the substitute Now I'm in the office mama mad cause she coming through I'm in that bitch talkin back like I do what I wanna do She smackin me across the head like boy what type of son are you? Matter fact go pack your bags I had enough of you (Get the fuck out my house!) Fuck it cool I hit 2nd street where all the homies tucking 2's They hit the alley and duck and shoot Might fuck around and then bucket you Raised around guns but quick to show you how them knuckles do I swear this shit ain't nothin cool So I tried to get away And fell in love with you Music, my getaway I hope I'm cuttin through Cause I realize Dealin with women is like dealin with goodwill It ain't nothing new I'm fucking through Moving so fast now we are Nearly at the edge bout to jump Out and And take flight Off in the sky Over the lights All like it's time We pay dues Now we got Nothin but straight grooves for you And it just don't stop Look I do it with passion or not at all And tell my girl you keep trippin you'll prolly fall I hate twitter, instagram, facebook Tumblr's cool Still check them, think I'm addicted to all of ya'll Sitting here Phone in my hand more than stuck I don't even know if I like it or just bored as fuck Speaking of stuck I hated weed And anyone that smoked it Til I toked it Passed to a beautiful bitch- Woman, fuck Sorry I'm high What it's gon' be like when we make it I text my girl 'I'm at the studio send me nakeds' And you know right after the shower she gon' snap for me Just because I stand up and all these people clap for me At parties niggas mad because they girl wanna dance with me But never out of pocket cause they prolly wanna rap for me Remember long nights With me price And lil anthony And that shit feel like yesterday I had a crazy past 2 weeks Niggas know my people You know my family You know my squad Them niggas rap good as fuck man I know it's hard And by them niggas I mean hit boy price and I Are the reason the city is finally certified You niggas hatin is gon' be Hypocrites or real enough to admit the shit Choose quickly Is you niggas gon' be hypocrites Or real enough to admit the shit I don't know why niggas fronted a while back Like we ain't shit nigga Or why la women fall in love with these ain't-shit-niggas Or why these ain't-shit-niggas always come 'round lying Well I mean, I guess mistakes is proof that you tryin' These brandy 'wanna be down' ass niggas that fronted See us now with everything that they wanted But oh no I need them fake handshakes I need them 'nigga keep killins' I need them texts at 3am for the thrillin' I need good weed that feel like penicillin I need Better music like dilla that got this feelin And if you can't supply that Then you can't supply crack Which means drug dealers no longer need you We've got so far to go