Life

Outta town more than I'm at the spot

Yeah, come home

Then I wipe the dust off of my foreign drop

Yeah, and it didn't take bakin' soda for me to make it pop

Out in Vegas taking five shots after I watch the fight

But that don’t make me 'Pac, you get it?

The mind frame different

Inspiring kids but the time frame different

Used to wonder

How the hell am I gon' make it in this business

Then I did it, but still want it,

So the migraine's different

Signs in the sky that's it's all God's vision

But I ain't been in church since I was learnin' division

That was in the 90's, but we 'bout to bring it back

When I snap on the track, swear rap's my religion

You know I got girls in my phone

Saying the same thing, these women became clones

All up on my neck, these women is like colognes

See women in my machine, they talk to me through a tone

Talk to me through a text,

Then talk to me through a moan

Had a good one at home but couldn't leave 'em alone

Thought that I could resist but damn it's hard to commit

When you always be on the road and always be in the zone

Vodka in my glass, let it splash

I live for the present, not the past

Black out, then I act out

Said that I was done,

Give me some then I'm bound to relapse

Bound to relax when you got a few million

Honestly I'd prolly rather have few children

Honestly I’d prolly rather have a good wife

But I always pull back when the love start building

Called my Pops for advice

Man he's had three wives, he should prolly have it down

Then I see myself makin' the same mistakes

I guess it's somethin' in the blood

That always come back around

I know I made him proud, he know I'm living a dream

I know he wanted the same, he wanted to be on a team

Brody be trying rap, the other be trying to sing

The other be sellin' shows, they all lookin' to me

Like, how can we do this?

How can we all get the money like you did?

How can we capitalize off the music?

I ignore the calls and feel bad that I do it

I be at the pad makin' hits with the pool stick

I be at the pad makin' hits like I'm Q-Tip

Then I hit the gym with a couple old friends

Put points on the board, man that ****'s therapeutic

They see how I do it, it often get imitated

I don't try to hide it, It always be demonstrated

People in my state don't know me but they they be hatin'

They want me to put 'em on,

I tell 'em the steps I'm taking

Let 'em up on the shows and introduce them to fans

Let 'em give the hugs and let 'em go shake the hands

Let 'em drop a verse and post it up on the 'gram

But it takes so much more, they really don't understand

There's a price on my head for my green and my time

Price on my head, man, they greedy for dimes

Price on my head over your insecurities

Hurting me 'cause I'm still dealin' with mine

Price on my head by my family and friends

Price on my head for my girls and my cribs

Price on my head since I rapped out in Compton

I promise it ain't been the same ever since