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I grew up, a fuckin' screw upTie my shoe up, wish they was newerDamn, need somethin' newerIn love with the baddest girl in the city, I wish I knew herI wish I weren't so shy, I wish I was a bit more flyI wish that I, could tell her how I really feel insideThat I'm the perfect nigga for her, but then maybe that's a lieShe like a certain type of nigga, and it's clear I'm not that guyBall player, star player, I'm just watchin' from the sideOn the bench, cause my lack of confidence won't let me flyI ain't grow up with my father, I ain't thinkin' bout that nowFast forward four years or so from now I'll probably cry...When I realize what I missed, but as of now my eyes are dryCause I'm tryna stay aliveIn the city where too many niggas die, dream in quiet tryna dodge a suit and tieWho am I? Aye who am I? (Yeah)Things change, rearrange, or so do IIt ain't always for the better dawg, I can't lieI get high cause the lows can be so coldI might bend a little bit but I don't foldOne time for my mind and two for yoursI got food for your thoughts to sooth your soulIf you see my tears fall just let me be..Move along, nothing to seeSongtexteI always did shit the hard way, my niggas ? slangin' in the hallwayBurnt CD's and trees like this was broadwayTimes Square, kept the dimes there in the lockerSome Reggie MillerWith more brown hairs than ChubaccaWhispers that he got it for the low lowSell aDime for a dub, them white boys ain't know no betterBesides, what's twenty dollars to a nigga like that?He tell his pops he need some lunch and he gon' get it right backI peep gameGot home snatched my mama keychain, took her whipThe appeal, to ill to refrainI hit the boulevard pull up to my nigga front doorHis mama at home, she still let em' hit the blunt thoughI told her hello and sat with my nigga and laughedAnd talked about how we gon' smash all the bitches in classI complimented how I see him out here getting his cash, and just asked, "What a nigga gotta do to get that?! Put me on"He just laughed when he seen I was sure17 years breathing his demeanor said moreHe told me, "Nigga you know how you sound right now?You won't my mans, I would think that you'se a clown right now...listen""You everything I wanna be that's why I fucks with you.So how you looking up to me, when I look up to you?""You bout to go get a degree, I'm bout to be stuck with two choices: either graduate to weight or sell a number two. For what?A hundred bucks or two a week?Do you think that you would know what to do if you was me? I got, four brothers, one mother that don't love us - f they ain't never want us why the fuck they never wore rubbers?"I felt ashamed to have ever complained about my lack of gearAnd thought about how far we done cameFrom trailer park to a front yard with trees in the skyThank you mama dry your eyes, there ain't no reason to cryYou made a genius and I, ain't gon' take it for grantedI ain't gon' settle for lesser, I ain't gon' take what they handedNah I'm gon' take what they owe me and show you that I can flyAnd show ol' girl what she missingThe illest nigga alive...Aye who am I?Things change, rearrange, or so do I, (Aye who am I?)It ain't always for the better dawg, I can't lie. (Aye who am I?)I get high cause the lows can be so coldI might bend a little bit but I don't foldOne time for my mind and two for yoursI got food for your thoughts to sooth your soulIf you see my tears fall just let me be..Move along, nothing to seeNever felt better... Aus Songtexte Mania