Yo yo yo yo, yo Turn my mic up some, turn my mic up some Turn my mic, check, check, check, turn my mic up some Almighty, uhh Lord forgive me now This be the best way I know how, to get this out I can't sing so I have to bounce Even though, that's not what my style's about I hate this world, sometimes it gets me When family and friends are not friendly I just don't get it, so I sit home In the basement lights low on the mic and spit it They plot to get my scratch Not knowin' the time to get where I'm at now In my face, like I owe 'em somethin' Handout from me, and never did nuttin' (Word up) They're mad at me like I changed It's hard on me, Lord, it's wreckin' my brain Is it me? I know it can't be So I ask you, please help me, now Sometimes I laugh, tryin' to keep from cryin' If I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could I trust See I work so hard, just to get ahead If it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead Uhh, I laugh when ain't nuttin' funny Meanwhile cats wanna count my money Plan on me, to get jumped or somethin' Plot-ting like E's punk or somethin' Feels so strange, how I maintain To last in the game, throughout my fame I'm focused, man, the E stay the same Hate when folks call me out my name Damn Lord, heal my body 'Cuz I'm mad enough to kill somebody Even hard to trust my lady Did she lock me down to have my baby? I know she love me, damn it's nuttin' The world's so corrupt, it got me buggin' Uhh, I wanna move away like [unverified] Y'all feel me, yo, R. Kelly Sometimes I laugh, tryin' to keep from cryin' If I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could I trust See I work so hard, just to get ahead If it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead Huh, yo, huh The game changed, damn I should quit Can't get respect without havin' a hit Someone somewhere talkin' shit Got fake cats in my clique But I deal with the cards that's dealt Try to make music that's heartfelt Still doin' eighty on the Belt' In the Escalade with Dolce shades I've been paid, now what's left? I guess, should I stress life or death (Huh?) Sometimes I wanna end it all Live at peace with 'Pac and Smalls Can't do that, got fam at the crib My moms, my pops, my girl and my kids (Uh, huh) Open my eyes So I ask you, please help me, now Sometimes I laugh, tryin' to keep from cryin' If I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could I trust See I work so hard, just to get ahead If it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead
