Lyrics:

*Intro*
Eyyy..like me
Come on
G's up, get yo cheese up
Y'all niggaz wanna be like me
Ya know what it is man
It's ya boy, lil scrap
Don't nobody really know my struggle
But they wanna be, where I'm at
Well go through the pain, nigga
'cause only the Good Lord know
Yup..

Chorus:
I think they wanna ride like me, (like me)
Have a bitch on the passenger-side like me, (like me)
Yeah I think they wanna shine like me, (like me)
On t.v. with the fame like me, (like me)
Yeah they wanna wear a chain like me, (like me)
I think they Wanna be trained like me, (like me)
Yeah they wanna have the game like me, (like me)
But don't wanna go through pain like me, (like me)

*Intro*
Come on mayn
A!
Come on
Let me explain something to y'all man

Verse 1:
I know you see me shining
With the yellow diamond
Don't think ya boy ain't been grinding
I was with my momma
And there was alotta drama
We sold crack from the winter all through the summer
Yeah we went through pain
We was stacking change
Paying the cost to live in the streets mayn
Sold cocain just a little powder


Sellin weed tryna make a couple of extra dollars
The shit i been through a nigga should've been a scholar
All night tryna sleep hearing pistols hollar, (damn)
Now when "?" died
You know a nigga cried
Not having him around
You know it hurt inside
Gotta have shelter over my lil sister
Momma wondering around 'cause she a drugdealer
I gotta give it to her 'cause she a real nigga
I kill any mofocker doing something to her
Yup...

Chorus:

Verse 2:
They wanna be on stage, (right)
They wanna get paid, (oooh)
But they don't know the hurt, (hurt)
And they can't feel my pain, (oooh)
On stage gettin hit with a bottle
Knocked out and I need to know if I'mma rap tommorow, (A!)
In the hospital straight bruized up
Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up, (damn)
It's kind of f**ked up, (?)
'cause I waz showin love, (love)
I was givin' hugs, (hugs)
Chillin' with the thugs, (oooh)
Al I'm tryna do is show love to everybody
God let me alive so I can (tell about it/ televise it), (amen)
See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to church
What ya know about puttin in that "?" (brown work)
They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it, (I'm crip and a blood)
Niggaz taking lives goin' to jail payin' for it
Ain't nothing left after death but heaven itself
And if ya go to jail your seed will have no help

Chorus till end.