[Intro]
Smokin' a fat spliff in a brand new Benz
No I.D. on the track let the story begin, begin


[Verse 1]
Looking in the mirror but I don't see much

Still running the streets so I don't sleep much
Watching the snakes so they don't creep up, but the way
I'm gettin this money ^!$$%s can't keep up, you ^!$$%s can't keep up

^!$$%s got beef but it can't be much
I'm still walking through the crowds like I can't be touched
Top back all black Gretzky puck

Ice skater lil' later might let me $#&@, damn she might let me $#&@
Last night I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this?

Vacheron on my wrist a year ago
I didn't even know the (*##$ exist
Quarter milli for the motha$#&@a

No insurance on the motha$#&@a
Ain't life a (*##$, but you gotta keep her wet
Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set

Everybody know that I'm a lotta people's threat
Biggie Smalls in the flesh livin' life after my death
Yesterday I read my horoscope

Tell me Lord will I be poor and broke
Tell me Lord will I be dealing dope
I wanna take my momma to the Poconos, but only the Lord knows


[Hook: Cee-Lo]
To all the loved ones I leave behind

At least they can't see me cry
And I ask, when someone wants to be me why
Thought having everything would ease my mind

If you could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred, I have tattoo tears of joy


[Verse 2]
Last night I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this?

Young rich mother$#&@er still uneducated
But dammit a ^!$$% made it, !@#$ a ^!$$% made it
Crib bigger than a church, Lord know I'm blessed

Five different lawyers, Lord know I'm stressed
A punch in the face get you 300K, ask Vlad
Now he back to making minimum wage, another victim of my criminal ways

I wanna walk in the image of Christ
But that (*##$ Vivica nice
And I'm still swimming in ice

I'm just living my life, I'm just living my life
Lease a Lamborghini for your #~!!@ rate
Life is just a #~!!@ race

Snatch a (*##$ take her back to your place
Next morning I can tell you how the #~!!@ taste, I got expensive taste


[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Last night I cried tears of joy
What did we do to deserve this?
Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real

I gotta represent for Emmett Till, all the dead souls in the field
Lookin at my Rollie it's about that time
White man had a problem with mine

And we suppose to be shy?
The revolutions televised, Bobby still on the rise


[Hook]