From a corner to the Big Apple

they used to tell me

Rick, to make it, it's a big hassle

And that my momma taught me instead it's a big gamble

They chose the free for all to see

Yea I did that too, every kid has to

Amateur nights, I be rappin on mic

See me with the sleaziest players when I'm back in the night

Even if you black or you white I'll still be

attracting to hype



No advanc I ain't royalty yet

I got a pay cut on my first royalty check

I got my name misspelled and they ain't notice me yet

I got a hole in my apartment where my toilet is kept

Record labels owin them debts and they ain't spotted

me yet



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And that's

My life

That's the way that I live, it's just

My life

You can like it or not cuz it's

My life

That's the way that I live, it's just

My life

I don't give up



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This is your life

This is your way

This is your day to shine shine shine

This is your life

This is your way

This is your day to shine shine shine



All the girls used to laugh at the hatchback,

I had back

In '86 no tense

It was a Mazda

Eatin at Mickie Dee's was a luxury

My main girl of three years breakin up with me

Now she's there and I'm here, my mom's here, my boys here

And every chick I see wants my company

RJ Entertainment, that's my company

First you were chumpin me, now you want a cut from me

Ain't it awful tellin me you ain't impressin me right

Local players tellin me you don't be testin me right

Now I got the recipe right

I need some respect

And when my tape's in the deck

Y'all be pressin rewind



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Now it's often I'm on skin

Like Johnson & Johnson

Blinds up my Johnson

Man, it's just nonsense

They come from Georgie to Boston

Yea I'm sure y'all want some

Even your girls in Wisconsin

And when it rains my hood'll be down

Now I'm rainin over your cats

You should look at me now

I used to over react to be opening act

Even if the show wasn't phat

I still go on and rap

It's just the look of the crowd before they looked at me foul



My accountant crooked and foul

We all start mumblin

5 percent of 7 cents I think I lost publishin

My eyes closed no money made

Though my single went gold



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