| Am I changing right before your eyes? |
| Becoming someone you don’t recognize? |
| As if I was desguised |
| I’m on that shit as if I was the flies |
| I’m touchin' skies, no puffin' lie |
| Man these songs that I made in my bedroom and shit |
| 'gon finally get a nigga leg room in the whip |
| from a Civic to a 7, must have died and went to heaven |
| like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend |
| you see I promised that I’d never change |
| but that was way before I made the dough and met the game |
| say hello, to miss thing I forgot your name, she yellow |
| and even white women want a nigga, Othello |
| I’m ballin' with Nuggets like fuck it I’m Carmelo |
| Now the crib got much rooms, Portabello |
| she drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow |
| I sit your ass down like you was playin' the cello |
| see, you niggas hated and I levitated further |
| knew I would kill the game, premeditated murder |
| so if it comes down to may the best man win |
| no sweat like a headband nigga |
| where I’m from |
| if you’ve ever seen what I’ve seen |
| you know it can get no better for me |
| no, it can’t get no better for me. |
| where I’m from |
| if you’ve ever seen what I’ve seen |
| you know it can get no better for me |
| no, it can’t get no better for me. |
| I’ma kill the game and invite witnesses |
| no death penalties I’m givin' life sentances |
| like keep grindin' boy your life can change in one year |
| and even when it’s dark out the sun is shinin' somewhere |
| yeah, look here I pay dues |
| my own worst enemy so fuck it either way I can’t lose |
| 808's so my south niggas feel me |
| light-skinn it so them house niggas feel me |
| she catch me creepin' out your house she gon' kill me |
| is it worth it for whats under that blouse? |
| my heart’d turn pitch black and cold if I split with my girl |
| if I could gift wrap the globe I’d give you the world |
| but, do you love me like you used to? |
| even though I ain’t that nigga that your used to?, yeah |
| remember back when I was broke you would fix me? |
| do you prefer the broke me or the rich me? |
| The broke me couldn’t buy you meals, not even a value meal |
| now I pay for everything how you feel? |
| mixed feelings 'cause now all the chicks feelin' him |
| you gotta adapt though I’m never goin' back |
| where I’m from |
| if you’ve ever seen what I’ve seen |
| you know it can get no better for me |
| no, it can’t get no better for me. |
| where I’m from |
| if you’ve ever seen what I’ve seen |
| you know it can get no better for me |
| no, it can’t get no better for me. |
| I can’t keep runnin' away. |
| I can’t keep runnin' away. |
| I swear I’m comin' back one day… |
| But what if I’m wrong? |
| And I ain’t got what it takes? |
| All them people that was countin' on me… |
| Boy won’t you climb down the mountain for me? |