If I die before I wake

At least I lived life my way

Hope that you remember me

Came up fast, bittersweet

Please prepare me mentally

'Fore you take my song on MTV



Now that you're no longer a lord that's trapped

You have graduated to the Hood Pope

You have made it to represent your people

Show them another way

Be the voice of the people who couldn't make it out the hood



Make sure my family good, my ma still in the hood

I ain't rich like they think cause I copped me one mink

They think I got me a house with a big couch and a gold sink

With a model bitch with a gold ring, big ass fish in a fish tank

Haha, you laughing, just put me in my casket

I ain't even into nagging, it's what it is, I'm passing



And though times is hard now, your success awaits them

I'm no different what y'all are saying

Ferg made it out? Well, I can play that game

You're not exempt from the growing chain

Niggas forget who's afraid to change

You're the trapped lord, I will remain



Hood Pope, I'ma teach these confused folks how to maneuver

Through folks and attention, get you choked, you know

Slim model girls sniffing the coke

Fiend on the block sniffin' the dope

I wanna help, I don't know

Tell me the, antidote

How you hood and a pope

Conscious thinking, ghetto though

I'll teach you how to build a grow tree

Life like a bike and pedal slow



Now you're the voice of the guys on the corners

And the kids who have no direction, guide them

Through the trials and the tribulations

Teach them the world can be accumulated with patience



If I die before I wake

At least I lived life my way

Hope that you remember me

Came up fast, bittersweet

Please prepare me mentally

'Fore you take my song on MTV