text: Help, I have done it again
  I have been here many times before
  Hurt myself again today
  And the worst part is there’s no one else to blame
  Be my friend, hold me
  Wrap me up, unfold me
  I am small, and needy
  Warm me up and breathe me
  Uh, its just me against the world
  Lost my mistress and my girl
  All they wanted was whats in my safe
  And all I wanted was just to be great
  Contemplate, real or fake, all these people in my face
  Wasnt ready for the fame, I flipped my shit and caught a case, Looking at my fans like I cant ball without a base
  They understand, ride till the end
  Now bow our heads and let us pray, Amen
  And after all these years of crime and malice
  I look down and see Im cold and calloused
  And while our sins are to fifthly to bear
  We have to wash them down, now grab your chalice
  And toast to those who always raised their glasses
  When most never chose to go against the masses
  So if you ride or die let me see them Ls
  And Ill take you to a place where we can be ourselves
  Look, Hollywood is not my type of party
  Nah, look what happened to Chris Farley
  Rest in peace him and Christopher Wallace, mo money, mo problems
  And less people then when you started, shit
  And you wonder why I dont drink coffee
  I dont wanna wake up to these problems of a boss like John Gotti
  Id rather be Che Guevara mixed with a little bit of Marcus Garvey In hopes of a revolution as results of my anarchy
  But I’m hardly ever home so I guess Ill be quick
  Everybody wanna have their two cents: take it, here, I dont owe yall shit
  Smoke a zip, change my clothes and give my five-year-old a kiss
  Family mad at my success, dont they say hate is where home is?
  Damn
  So its just me against the world
  Lost my mistress and my girl
  All they wanted was whats in my safe
  When all I wanted was just to be great, Kells
  But greatness is in the eye of the beholder, so it starts with you. Believe in your own abilities the way you have believed in mine
  Its time, put em up
  Lets toast to those who always raised their glasses
  When most never chose to go against the masses
  Now I know you ride or die, so let me see them Ls
  And be proud you are not afraid to be yourself
  If they want me come and get me, unload this clip till its empty
  And I aint startled motherfucker
  Do what ever I must to protect my brother
  Respect no other, put no man above each other
  This is what you live out when you trying to make it out the gutter
  This is how you show that precious little baby girl you love her
  This is how you step up as a man and get that bread and butter
  But get by, all we do is get by
  Ironic how were lower class but always seem to get high
  And the chronic seller is the man cause he got the supply
  Get it? Demand and supply, make that spinach, get that Popeye
  Sleep with one eye open, door closed
  Bitch next to me, no clothes
  Make songs feel like photos, I am hip-hop’s Andy Warhol
  Yeah, so if they want me come and get me, and Ill unload this clip till its empty