I put my heart up my sleeve #drifgang I help my friends in need I’m just tryna find a lead Cryin, worrying about dyin Staying worrying about how much I should be paying yearly I can’t change the past but I can change the future and I am trying dearly I’m fixing myself and I’m not even nearly I’m speaking clearly And my past pain was messed up through the charts we going up we living large how much did they put me in charge so many racks I gotta enlarge I know people still mad that I tried and I did it I set my mind to it My mind still screwed New features I’ve queued Past pain I still look outside for the past rain you know ima finna turn up I’m happy that god made it rain and gave a heavenly sound Walking around these parts just look what i found A dollar Bustin and rushin messing around but my racks never got smaller I got a collar attached to me but wait till my next fan oh my next caller And I’m still that number 1 baller yeah It’s that real sound bitch I always knew from the underground that you switched New words that I have pitched Got a lot on me a lot of stress on me I am used I can never be unused Of course the first black man always gotta become accused My loyal power has been abused Look at my face coming back home it looks like it’s been bruised One two three four Still homies knocking on the door you know that we was really young when we was poor now I got more A lot of stuff brung to the table popping off still like my label But you still know we poppin I still got the change from shoppin My past pain was ridiculous Now sometimes I get some cheerfulness