Look I can give a fuck about opinions, like 'em or love 'em 

I never change up, if you don't like 'em then fuck 'em 

Cause I was brought up sayin' sticks and stones 

Only let you know about whoever's doin' the throwin' 

Dudes is far from what they pretend to be though 

I done fired a few shots and got plenty of gold 

Nah, if it ain't love, let's begin to be foes 

Cause now my minds kind of off, I'm like Emily Rose 

When I seen my first man get murdered 

I took a little strike from the game like a Transit worker 

Won't keep pushin' cats to get paid 

And be a grown ass man with no acalade's 

And know the truth hurts I can't fabricate 

So nothings made up, just the facts I say 

My son 'bout to have a brother 

It's a different father, same mother, if it ain't one thing it's another 

Sometimes this rap thing seems so easy 

Til you home lookin' at that TV 

Pissed you havin' a fit, changin' it FUCK MTV 

Cause you starin' at them, thinkin' that should BE ME 

The game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, 'bout to leave 

The folks thought we'd never ever split 

Try to work through it all that we done for eachother 

Both talented but one is too dumb for the other 

Let it go to its boiling point 

Til it felt like one long episode of Boiling Points 

But all I gots this mic and this booth while I'm in it 

I figure might aswell tell the truth while I'm in it 

Latifa said enjoy my youth while I'm in it 

I told her I do but the proofs still tinted 

I'm like an old man when no friends or family 

Tryin' to cleanse whatever's left of his 'sanity 

It's no happy dude here 

I'm mad at the world while I'm wishing y'all Happy New Year 

It's only fair somebody had one 

New Year's for me always be like my last one 

New year, same girl, she the same soldier 

Think it's all good, probably cause I told her 

But I got some resentment, shit that I ain't over 

I don't trust baby girl far as I can throw her 

Rightfully or wrongly she's gettin' quick sized 

I'm on the horn askin' chicks for their tit-size 

Face smilin' and there's tears in the kid's eyes 

Hidin' it from hoes, by talkin' about my dick size 

In the hood with the best of 'em 

I'm still hood, just not hood like the rest of 'em 

Where's the answer 

Don't ask for a cig', I'm so self-centered I won't even share this cancer 

Look to the sky 

Talk to an invisible man and hope one day my prayers get answered 

This shit gets hard with every pull from this cig' or cigar 

More like what every lick from the gutiar 

GOD!