Why do I feel so alone Like everybody passing through the studio is in character As if he acting out a movie role Talking bullshit as if it was for you to know And I don't have the heart to give these bitch niggaz the cue to go So they stick around, kicking out feedback And I entertain it is if I need that I had a talk with my uncle and he agreed that My privacy about the only thing I need back But, It's hard to think of them polite flows When Stephano Polato suits are your night clothes And Jordan sweat suits are you flight clothes And you still make it even when they say your flight close Eyes hurting from the camera phone light shows Life was so full, NOW THE SHIT JUST BEIN LYPO'D Always said I'll say it all on the right track But in this game you only lose when you fight back Black diamond bracelets, showing you the basics I can't live and hold the camera someone got to take this I make hits and like a bitch that's married, I ain't miss 24 hours from greatness, I'm that close Don't ever forget the moment you began to doubt Transitioning from fitting in to standing out Los Angeles, Cabanas, or Atlanta South Watch a whole show, embarrassed to pull my camera out And my mother embarrassed to pull my Phantom out So I park about 5 houses down She say I shouldn't have it until I have the crown But I don't want to feel the need to wear disguises around So she wonders where my mind is, account's in the minus And yet I role around the fucking city like ya highness Got niggaz ...
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