Oh my gosh, yeah
Oh my gosh, uh
Word

I don't want your help, gotta get it for myself
Very light depression put the staff up on the shelf
Went outside the circle only kept me in a box
Spun out of control and almost broke right through the rails
Way too hungry, if you wanna book me need more than two bills
My skills should not be taken lightly, favors I don't feel
We function in a funk and my stomach never filled

Fantasize suburbia, suburbs fantasize here
I can't even leave the west the hood is home to me
The hood is middle class, middle class broke to me
And when you broke and black that's the hood to them
They appropriate and life is good to them
For the past few years it hasn't been easy, please believe me
Investing in myself instead of these groupies and parties
I been fathering the west, I need respect
I need more dollars in my checks