itz funny how a nigga can be bangin' tha club all nite wit tha mic/
and go to changin' diapers, and silencin' crys in tha middle of tha nite/
go from jumpin' from venues in tha city wit bitches who pretty/
to holdin his baby boy, til' he go to sleep, man that shits gritty/
or even fuck your girl crazy, you know she likes it that way/
and just cuz u make paper, she calls it rape, and you in court tha next day/
or even smoke that chronic, or get that shit sold/
and your friends frame you then blame you , man that shit's cold/
cuz niggas i speak of tha future, like tha book of Revalations/
but all of a sudden i'm tha topic in everyones conversation/
tha man that had everything, now doesn't even have a girl/
i get pushed against tha wall, its me against tha world/
niggas couldn't take me, so they wanted me out in a rush/
all ma dreams of cream, man that shits crushed/
success has left me, like all tha life at a club shootin' scene/
can't even turn on tha t.v without ma name on tha screen/
i wish i never signed that record deal, that wish i be beggin/
take it in writing underground emcees, yo' life can change in a second/