Yesterday when we were getting high, you were invited. You woulda liked it.
I've been down this road before and yeah I skidded but forget it
You can't say you're happy either. You don't even smile for me.
I guess I'm still holding on to something that I know will probably never happen, because somewhere deep down inside me, I have this little piece of hope that someday, it will.
Wayne put me right here, that's who I get the paper wit. I hope that my success never alters our relationship.
Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans.