Pitchin' me ballin' in the drop top
Open sky and suttin' foreign,
soarin' 145
Tagata's callin' for my body,
let my spirit fly
I want it all, no lie
Picture me carvin', poppin',
suttin' and portin'
Pedal floorin', clutch poppin',
boppin' and laurin'
I'm picture me fallin'
Never seen, never heard
Never happened, never occurred
Now picture me flyin'
Ten thousand feet above the sea
Poppin' bubbly, you'd love to be me
Now picture the surface
In the cabin with the sweetest massage
Picture havin' ice and only
wanna speak to God
Picture your dreams bein' shattered
And your cream bein'
lavish at the same time
Tell me what you think matters
Picture all the monies
that I've gotten off tour
Now I'm pitchin' me,
plottin' for more
Picture this, nigga, like it? Yeah!
Wanna do the things that I do?
Tell me, do you want it? Yeah!
Wanna know what it's like
in my shoes?
Do you need it? Yeah!
Wanna see the things that I see?
Tell me, do you want it? Yeah!
Wanna know what it's like to be me?
Pitchin' me wildin', leanin'
Reachin' for tools, straight flippin'
Losin' my cool,
now I'm pitchin' me gritty
P. Diddy, bout to run in your house
The guns with me, put one in your mouth
Now picture me dressed
in white linen
While your life is in it, slightly grinnin'
Picture that crisis image, picture me
Broke as fuck on your block,
bout to open up
Like, okay, nigga, what's up?
me drivin' the course of your home
Bustin' a U,
screamin' at the top of my lungs
You fuckin' with who? Picture me
Not bein' that hustler, dude
Picture the Benz of five and
the drop not new
Picture the white chain platinum,
the rocks not blue
Picture y 'all niggas not
knowin' how I do
Picture me, better yet
Picture you painting a better picture
than the one that I drew
Do you like it? Yeah!
Wanna do the things that I do?
Tell me, do you want it? Yeah!
Wanna know what it's like
in my shoes?
Do you need it? Yeah!
Wanna see the things that I see?
Tell me, do you want it? Yeah!
Wanna know what it's like to be me?
Where do you go from here?
When you felt you done it all
When what used to get you high
don't get you high no more
When you got a lot of cars,
don't even drive no more
When you expect it to win,
they ain't surprised no more
Hold up, stop, wait, reverse the tape
How much money can one
nigga make in one place?
How much dough can you
hold in one safe?
How many hoes can a nigga
really chase?
you go, after the applause
After all the soul training,
Grammy awards
After the tours,
after asking these hoes what they after before
Is it the money? The fame? The house?
Take it all
The sky's the limit,
but I ain't done jumping
Money is fast, but I ain't done running
Picture me drivin' some wack shit
Picture me fallin' under pressure
Picture that shit
Do you like it? Yeah!
Wanna do the things that I do
Tell me, do you want it? Yeah!
Wanna know what it's like in my shoes
Do you need it? Yeah!
Wanna see the things that I see
Tell me, do you want it? Yeah!
Wanna know what it's like to be me
Do you like it? Yeah!
Tell me do you want it? Yeah
Wanna know what it's like to be me?
Do you like it? Yeah
Wanna do the things I do?
Tell me do you want it? Yeah
Wanna know what it's like in my shoes?
Do you need it? Yeah!
Wanna see the things that I see?
Tell me do you want it? Yeah!