A big house, 5 cars, tha rent charged - Comin' up in the world, don't trust no body - Gotta look over your shoulder constantly.
I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up - Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up - The rap crowd, make money, chill with the honeys - Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me - It's funny how impossible dreams manifest - And the games that be comin with it - Nevertheless - You got to go for the gusto but you dont know - About the blood, sweat and tears - And losing some of your peers - And losing some of yourself to the years past - Gone by Parties - Hopefully it dont manifest - For the wrong guy -Egomaniac and the brainiac - Dont know how to act - 48 tracks - Studio gangster, mack, - Sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil - But never will til he crosses over - Still filling your head with fantasies - Come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese.
You wanna be a rock superstar in the biz - And take shit from people who dont know what it is - I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high - And some cant pay the way - Still trapped in what you rapping about - Tell me what happened when you lost - The route you took started collapsing - No fans no fame no respect no change no women - And everybody shittin on your name.
You ever have big dreams of making real cream - Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream - And you wanna look trendy - In the Bentley, be a snob and never act friendly - You wanna have big fame, let me explain - What happends to these stars and their big brains - First they get played like all damn day - Long as you sell everything will be ok - Then you get dissed by the media and fans - Things never stay the same way they began - I heard that some never give full to the fullest - That's while fools end up dining on the bullet - Think everything's fine in the big time - See me in my Lex with chrome raised high - So you wanna roll far - And live large - It aint all that goes with bein a rap star.
My own son dont know me - I'm chillin in the hotel room lonely - But I thank God I'm with my homies - But sometimes I wish I was back home - But only no radio or video didnt show me - No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly - So the record gets pushed by Sony - I'm in the middle like mony - And the press say that my own people disown me - And the best way back - Is to keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium - They're too worried about them hunnies at the Paladium (a venu in LA) - Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on - Go on, fall off, the ho's roll on - Til the next rap superstar - With no shame - Give em a year, he'll be right out the game - The same as the last one who came before him - Gained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned him - Assured him, this aint easy take it from Weezy - Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, they're fucking evil - Whispered : assassins, assassins.