Lyrics:

[chorus Chris Brown]
if These Walls Could Speak
i Wouldnt Have To Make Believe Youre Here
holy Angel, Just Stop The Fire That Burns In Me
i Need A Saviour Cause Im Scared Of Me

[verse 1 Chris Brown]
i Done Been Through Hell And Back
im Seein Demons Everyday, Callin Me Kettle Black
perfectionists If Youre Perfect, Where Your Medal At
my Life Was Goin Downhill, I Had To Pedal Back
these Niggas Always Wanna Talk About The Lame Shit
if I Looked Back On My Life, I Wouldnt Change Shit
maybe A Couple More Cars So I Can Lane Switch
if I Put That Mic On Silence And Never Sang Shit
this My Life And This Your Job Dawg
im Too Hot, Got Me Thinkin Did The Clouds Fall Probably Not
shit, Just Put Me Back Up In The Bleachers
back When All A Nigga Had Was A Pair Of Sneakers
all This Stress On My Chest, Im Fuckin Having Seizures
nowadays, Havin Fun Is Fuckin Illegal
walkin With Your Head Down, Thats Not Grown Man Shit
im Takin Over The Game Until I Own That Bitch
yeah Nigga, In My Hood Them Choppers Always Bustin
niggas Livin Day To Day Like Tomorrow Aint Nothin
fuck Love, That Shit Get In The Way Now
she Lovin Every Nigga, Ass Up And Face Down
addicted To The Game, My Youngns Use A .38, First 48
they Gon Throw That Shit Away, Bet They Never Catch A Case
im Gon Separate Myself From All The Lames
if I Die And Float Away, You Gon Feel My Mama Pain
sittin In My Room, Im Reminiscin
shit, I Aint Have A Pot To Piss In
family Whippin Crack Up In The Kitchen
all Eyes On Me, So Pay Attention
got A Problem With The Da, Shouldve Stayed My Ass In Va
thousand Hours Some Bull, Pickin Trash Up Off The Freeway
im The Nigga That The Kids Lookin Up To
straight As Now Before They Say fuck School
ha And I Dont Bite My Tongue For No Weak Nigga
cause Yall Never Had To Starve For A Week Nigga
no Clothes But 44 To A House Hold
stomach Growlin But I Kept My Fuckin Mouth Closed

[chorus Chris Brown]
if These Walls Could Speak
i Wouldnt Have To Make Believe Youre Here
holy Angel, Just Stop The Fire That Burns In Me
i Need A Saviour Cause Im Scared Of Me

[verse 2 Pusha T]
came In The Game Thinkin Music Was The Way Out
to Get Us Off The Corners, Hit Records Was The Pay Out
hard Transitionin From Hustlin til Its Grey Out
a Decade With The Devil, Lemme Show You How This Play Out
started As A Duo, Didnt Stay A Duo
things Fall Apart, Ricky Martin Left Menudo
was A Team Of Us, Everything Was For The Crew Though
never Rosé While My Niggas Sippin Nuvo
so, So Records Bought More Dope
every Record Label Dollar Went To More Coke
ghetto Rich But Still Scramblin Like We Poor Folks
we Was All Goin Left From What The Lord Taught
the Pressure, My Pride Wouldnt Let Up
the Way They Took My Niggas Had Us Thinkin We Was Set Up
all At Once So The Pain Hardly Let Up
now This Bitch Mumblin The House About She Fed Up
yugh, When It Rains, It Pours, Nigga
dope Boys Expect The Money, Hungry Whore Nigga
woo, With My Niggas And The Feds
do You Think I Give A Fuck If Def Jam Is In The Red
theyll Undership Your Record While They Pillow Talk In Bed
so I Never Try To Talk Them Motherfuckers Off The Ledge
jump Nigga, Like Joe Clark Said
if You Aint Tryna Win Then You Better Off Dead, Gone

[chorus Chris Brown]
if These Walls Could Speak
i Wouldnt Have To Make Believe Youre Here
holy Angel, Just Stop The Fire That Burns In Me
i Need A Saviour Cause Im Scared Of Me