DJ Pain 1
Who will my life belong
Yet some feel it's their own
Til' now I have never dared
Now I've got to live for myself
I've got to live for myself
Yeah, my nigga Marc told me to drop all the drums out
So I guess ya'll are gettin' slow flow
Fuck the world, fuck the world, though I'm comin' to America
Im princely robes, you could get chose, ho
I got the semis, the semis
I ain't mature that much
I'll still leave your headrest wet like Soul Glo
I just stepped on a Lego wit' my crib
And man, that shit ain't never hurt so good, let me explain:
I'm a grown ass man, dawg, I love my kids, dawg, I love my fans, dawg
But I love my kids more than I love my fans, dawg
There's plenty niggas threw rocks who tried to hide they hands
Who don't have hands, dawg
Respect me, nigga, I'm about my family, nigga
I go upside your head like Andes, nigga
I stepped into this game without a plan B, nigga
With a bunch of execs tellin' me what I can't be, nigga
I'm a grown ass man, dawg
Who will my life belong
Yet some feel it's their own
Til' now I have never dared
Now I've got to live for myself
I've got to live for myself
This rap shit's designed to take all your confidence
The only genre you could fake all your accomplishments
Black music: where callin' you old's an insult
But if them same young rappers happen to show up
In a Jay-Z or Eminem show, they still gotta show a credential
I never seen a young fighter punk Tyson
Lil' bro, what's all the thuggin' bout?
You tryna be famous, I'm tryna stay alive and healthy
Long enough to punk my daughter' husband out
To me that's what life is
I fuck my wife late night after the kids sleep
Missionary, call that the night shift
I just took my kids out with me, they had a ball
Without me spendin' no money on 'em and
Some would call that shit priceless
And I would give half my bank account to just have my Granny back
You gon' think I'm crazy but I been having visions
Of me being 80 with weed inside a Ziploc bag and a fanny pack
I'm a grown ass man, dawg, I don't want your shine, dawg
Number 1's on your mind? You better worry 'bout Shyne, dawg
I'm beyond ya'll, I put my balls on the throne
Let it recline, dawg, my youngest son got my eyes, ya'll
I found out he was autistic 'fore he was 5, dawg
Since then, I ain't been the same man
His mother weathered the storm of his daddy who was the Rain Man
Listen, I'm just happy to not be behind bars
I'm in my prime and my son drivin' the Bentley to the Prime, ya'll
I'm a grown ass man, dawg
Who will my life belong
Yet some feel it's their own
Til' now I have never dared
Now I've got to live for myself
I've got to live for myself
Yeah
Us young artists, we come in the game with our entourages
And none of us are taught to properly deal with our finances
So we just buy mad shit and fill up our garages
With cars and we buy hideaway apartments for fly dancers
Man, I done seen it all, done it all
Plus I survived through it which is proof I learned from it all
I'm a grown ass man, I'm in the zone
So all that immature fun's over, it's always funny
To hear today's youngins place the burden of a
Bunch of lazy motherfuckers on they own shoulders
The same ones who's only along for the ride til' the run's over
It's simple as this: What do you do?
Do you got a skill? If not, your time here is tentative
But if you do, I'll pay you more than you think that you worth
I'm real generous
But me and these other rappers don't share the same sentiment
You plan to live off me free, you got the wrong ass plan, dawg
I ain't takin' care of no 'nother grown ass man, dawg
I'm a grown ass man, dawg
Who will my life belong
Yet some feel it's their own
Til' now I have never dared
Now I've got to live for myself
I've got to live for myself
