Lyrics
You, my sweetest joy
You can't afford the best of life
I'm just a hard working boy, oh
You, giving your love to me
Girl, I can't let you hurt yourself
By being seen with me
Last album was a classic, The Source didn't think so
Money on my mind, that's why I can't think slow
Vodka and cranberry when I drink slow
Jacob on my arm with a brand new mink coat
Hold up, hold up, turn my mic up
The boy back, celebrate, mmm, with triumph
Critics say he was wack, stop that lying
All that pimp hating gon' get your shines up
God blessed the boy with a touch of shine
Where I'm from we keep our mouth closed like Busta Rhymes
All the law gon' give us is cuffs and time
Yo, the west never left, we ain't rushed with time
You, you I see
In my mirror in the morning
Still seeing me
I see you, you I see
In my mirror in the morning
Still seeing me
I see you
Man, yo these dudes is useless
I was an All-Star 'fore I went to Houston
If it wasn't for rap, yo, I'd probably be shooting
Not jump shots, but the dude in the Buick
My block look like something off of The Wire
We got a few felonies and a few priors
Niggas get in that room, they sing like choirs
That's why I got me a lawyer to hire
Now I got game like the Indians in Cleveland
If I pop that thing, it ends your breathing
Mama said dreams only come to sleepers
That's why I got a triple beam and a street sweeper
I got a bow-legged chick like Alicia Keys
A go-getter that appreciate the pleas
Not a gold digger that disbelieve in me
For Gorilla, it's either facilitate or leave
You, you I see
In my mirror in the morning
Still seeing me
I see you, you I see
In my mirror in the morning
Still seeing me
I see you
The media said that the boy was washed up