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Like "Oh he's broke! I told you he was broke I told you he ain't got no money", or you know this and that or whatever whatever.Then you'll see some other people, you'll put that you're here in this house,"Oh Joey done made it! He bought a crib! He this, he that".So it's all a story. It's a perception that people make for you, along the way.So it's not really what it necessarily is at any point or given at time,and that's the thing that concerns meBreak it downWe break it down likeJoey Bad he break it down likeMy nigga Fly he break it down likeMy nigga Statik break it down likeYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah1-21-21-21-2Alright AlrightAlrightAlrightUhFirst things first is I been rehearsing these versesSongtexteIn hopes that I hit the surface and keep myself afloatBut I know one day I'm earning me some platinum and some goldAnd all them labels could just reimburse this dick in they throatAnd tell my mama "Oh no," your purses will never run lowNo more cause back when I was four, and we was poorYou would purchase the storeSo here I go, your little man has got to growI'm walking out the doorMy mama just be smiling, cause she knowI got my back and got her worriedOnly thing she ask is that I hurryHome in time for Christmas for some dinnerSeen you on TV again, boy you lookin' thinnerBut you lookin' like a winner, ayeYou got to give to get and then you give backYou got to give to get and then you give backYou got to give to get and then you give backThen you give back, then you, then you give backWorst thing worse, I could've been stealing your purseOr just been, putting in work and leaving niggas in the dirtBut ever since birth I knew I would be something on this EarthSo now I spit that dope, that shit be hittin' ya nerveAnd to my Papa my word is my bondWhen you held me in your armsDid you know along that a star was born?Then you named me Jo-Vaughn, now that name ring alarmsNearly 20 years later we on a plane to The PalmsI gotcha back and got her worriedOnly thing I ask is for some CurryChicken when we land we eatin' dinnerMama seen me on TV again lookin' thinnerBut I'm lookin' like a winner, ayeYou got to give to get and then you give backYou got to give to get and then you give backYou got to give to get and then you give backThen you give back, then you, then you give backNow I lay me down to sleepI pray the Lord, my soul to keepIf I should die before I wakeI pray the Lord my soul to takeNow I lay me down to sleepI pray the Lord, my soul to keepIf I should die before I wakeI pray the Lord my soul to takeI pray the Lord my soul to takeI pray the Lord my soul to takeI pray the Lord my soul to takeI pray the Lord my soul to takeBreak it down Aus Songtexte Mania