| It’s crazy how they think you got it all figured out |
| Just because your bank account gets all figured out |
| Next time somebody try to tell you how to run your shit |
| And they’re ain’t shit |
| Do yourself a favor and kick 'em out. |
| Eat good and do that, you’ll live a long life |
| I always say long days is better than long nights |
| At least in the day you’ve got shade |
| In the night it’s all shadows, don’t get caught at wrong lights |
| I wish somebody would have told B. I. G. That before March ninth |
| I used to think there’s no such things as wrong rights |
| 'Till my stepbrother brought home them extra groceries |
| Extra cheese, now mom could make her special recipe |
| Now I didn’t know it was off of infested streets |
| Be the reason I’ve got to walk with my little niece to go eat |
| I guess that’s the hunger that got me out |
| At the top of hotel suites renting lobbys out, you know? |
| Stuntin' like a bitch, prime night to be out |
| And the girl I’ve wanted since ninth grade trying to route |
| That was back when I was seventeen |
| It’s crazy though, cause even then I thought I had it all figured out |
| It’s crazy how much you can see with your eyes closed |
| 'Specially if you’ve got a vision |
| Or how you could have everything, and still think about everything missing |
| Like I probably remember the times I missed out on more than the ones I lived |
| I probably remember the girls that I ain’t have more than the ones I did |
| But I remain a two timing, one girl on the way, two lyin and one b Smoke so much I need two lighters |
| Shoppin overseas I do buy it They taught me that I had to dream, black history month |
| I wake up and treat the day like stack history month |
| I’m talkin' Malcolm X, Jessie Flaxon, front of the plane I’m talkin Rosa Parks |
| V. Swervin like it’s O. J. Oh To me and my dogs is all gettin out |
| Somewhere in the club probably all liquored out |
| Take extra shots for my dogs missin out |
| That keep remindin' me at the same time |
| That I still don’t have it all figured out |
| Fact, the only thing I really figured out |
| Is that I’ll never have it all figured out, fuck. |
| Even when your bank account is all figured out |
| Even when your bank account gets all figured out |
| Even when your best friend gets all tricked out |