| Time changes, new faces |
| Old best friends, new strangers |
| New watch just to keep up with the paces |
| New game plan, off to new places |
| I got a feeling I can win this race |
| I’ve found my pace |
| The only thing that you can do for me is please stay out my way |
| No come around my way, unless you got something to pay |
| I’m trying to find a place where I can free my mind |
| Where I don’t need my 9, ain’t to need for crime |
| I ain’t worried about losing, focused on winning |
| God forgive me for my sinning, but this is the beginning |
| Ugh, I pray to God that I don’t catch another sentence |
| Got a paragraph in case someone wants to listen |
| Yeah, sometimes I wish I had some wings so I can fly away |
| And all you haters talking shit, ya’ll can die today |
| Uh, but I then think if I die today |
| Well if I got to go, make it right away |
| Yeah, cause I want to live dying |
| But if I got to go if I would rather die through trying |
| We only just began |
| Yeah I’m here for the Long Run, la la long run |
| We only just began |
| Still nothing new but the money, still nothing new but the money |
| We only just began |
| And I keep my head up like a point guard |
| They say I got a shot, shoot for the stars |
| Please don’t fight my battles I need these scars, cause they make me who I are |
| Lord knows I came far, but not far enough |
| My dreams ain’t close enough |
| I lust for the touch |
| I’m infatuated wit private jets and such |
| To ask for, is that too much? |
| I remember mattresses on the table — no box spring, no bed frame |
| I refrain from sleep, these dreams keep me awake |
| I walk around in a cold sweat day dream |
| On my blackberry, emailing, plotting wit my team |
| Is it as hard as it seems? |
| Or hard as we make it? |
| I gotta make it like it don’t exist |
| And if you feel me nigga pump ya fist |
| And if you love me girl, blow a kiss |
| We’ve only just begun |
| Yea I’m here for the long run, la la long run |
| We’ve only just begun |
| Still nothin' move but the money |
| Still nothin' new but the money |
| We’ve only just begun |
| Un |
| Late nights early mornings |
| And my days are gettin' longer |
| When does night become the morning? |
| I live my life on the edge |
| And I woke up hung over, wishin' I could start over |
| In my lifetime, regrets look over my shoulder |
| I hope I’m gettin' wiser, cause I’m only gettin' older |
| I pray tomorrow I make better mistakes |
| I feel enslaved, I’m over worked and under paid |
| Damn |
| But I got on my favorite J’s |
| I’m jumpin' out the window, I’m taking a leap of faith |
| And if you feel me nigga pump ya fist |
| And if you love me girl, blow a kiss |