if it ain y my way i don t it my way is the only way from now on you about my way cause i ve been playing the same card game and they ve been dealin me the same last hand it really ain t right when it s wrong and this has been goin on way too long i had to come back and set the record straight if you gone say something say it to my face i m willing to die for what s right i m willing to fight for what s wrong i m willing to take ten steps back from the b s that s why i ve been gone for so long i ve been holding my hand up walking at my own pace and the world hasn t gave up so i m back gonna say it to my face say it to my face say it to my face let me tell you what s been going on i ve got myself together and i m s much stronger false accusations down with the let me let y all know something bout me man i do this for the block i do this for the hood i do this for the streets keep me good i do it for the hustler cause i do it for the thugs i do it for the g s cause the g s show me love i came in the game 17 real loud only thing on ma mind make my mama proud started rockin crowds gettin dough for show s and as the fame rolls den came the hoes den came the cloths den came the cars next thing i know i m a ghetto superstar he come the haters travelin by the packs but never mind them cause uh bitch i m back i pour up a cup fill the swisha with good and fire it up so i can gather ma thoughts mo money mo problems they say that s how it is when you live like a boss you see i ve been goin on ma grind for sometimes and the streets thought a nigga fell off but if i decide to rhyme no mo rhymes i m a still be well off a born boss got nothin to loose still shinin in the game got nothin to prove got rich and independent didn t need no deal had paper before i signed didn t need no meal got hustles on the side ain t got to rep and if all else fails i still got the trap i don t f ck with you rappers y all fake to me i don t f ck with y all majors y all snakes to me i don t care about fame f ck bein a star let them take all the pictures just gimme his car den gimme his house and his watch and chain on the bank account credit cards jock ma name but i guess one come with the other so here i go i m a writin rap hustler i m too blessed to complain about that so where i gotta sign take ya pictures cause bitch i m back i pour up a cup fill the swisha with good and fire it up so i can gather ma thoughts mo money mo problems they say that s how it is when you live like a boss you see i ve been goin on ma grind for sometimes and the streets thought a nigga fell off but if i decide to rhyme no mo rhymes i m a still be well off they say stay true for hits no f ck it i m a gone keep it one hundred fo the public i dropped all ready platinum but they only sell gold and niggas lookin at me like i sold ma soul cause i m rappin with p and not mister lee but when ya on ya grind sometimes ya can t see before mike camo paul the sign i was at anascope can t find ma mind still dippin wooden poppin 3 kings just droppin and i m an underground artist tryna get on top so i listen to ma label plan to break x and learned a whole lot a game from that just stay true ma nigga and do you and f ck what another try to tell you to do they ll tell you to spit backs they can bump in them lexis and oh yeah this a train track bitch i m back i pour up a cup fill the swisha with good and fire it up so i can gather ma thoughts mo money mo problems they say that s how it is when you live like a boss you see i ve been goin on ma grind for sometimes and the streets thought a nigga fell off but if i decide to rhyme no mo rhymes i m a still be well off 