Seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever, ever, ever be free?

Just when they thought it was safe
I picked up the phone and called it a day
I bought a new car, caught a new case, f**k it
The harder I walk, the ground shall shake

Stompin`, the harder I march the ground will break
I am ground breakin` like an earthquake
Yeah, I run this s**t but I`ll tackle it
You want me to break it down, I`ma fracture it

My mind is wanderin`, I can`t find it
But ten times outta ten, my mind on the money
Bandana around my head like I know karate
And I`ll wax a ni**a`s ass like Mister Miyagi

And it ain`t over `til the fat lady sang
And that bitch got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?)
Featuring Li`l Wayne

It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
(My ni**a, featuring Li`l Wayne)
Will I ever, ever, ever, be free?
(Came here to f**k with me tonight, shawty)

I am as real as they come, as hard as they get
They go to talkin` off the wall I put a par in they s**t
I`m the original gangsta, I`ll tell you how I do it
I take ni**az from the jump when they step to me with that bulls**t

I am a fool bitch, a native H-Town from the south side of Houston
You`re tuned to the sounds of a ni**a, who don`t give a f**k
`Cause one way or the other, I`m gon` still get mine
Play the game, motherf**ker

The truth is in the building and I came tonight
And I done sold so many records, change my name to life
`Cause I can breathe into the hood, make it feel my pain
And even though they try to change me, I remain the same

And even if I did have that chrome plated grill on my s**t
I come from out the motherf**kin` bricks
Now, never forget, where I come from, son
I`m respected in these motherf**kin` streets I run, I`m Face

It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
(My ni**a)
Will I ever, ever, ever, be free?

It`s Bun B, the ni**a Mr. Swisher, and Mr. Flows
Mr. Brick, Mr. Killer Grams Ni**a, Mr. `Bows
Mr. Slab, Mr. Candy Paint, ni**a Mr. Dough
And Mr. Eighty Fo`, hatin` hoe, we think yo` sister know
When I hits the dough, motherf**kers drop and kiss the flo`

Light bulb flow, I glass shatter, transistors blow
I`m the s**t fo` sho, roll with it, bitch or [Incomprehensible]
I`m hot in this heat, a head shot`ll keep your perm burned
It`s my turn, I earn stripes and paid dues, so

Don`t be surprised if I`m in a trap or own a new show
I don`t try snitch, sneak this or even back do`
Balla block, a short stop or drop down in fat, hoe
(What?)

I don`t keep it a hundred, I keep it a thousand
I`m hood, so I rep the hood direct from the public housing
Mayne, I got it crunk like Obama in a `Fesco
Nuttin` less than the best, hoe, ni**a, let`s go, it`s you

It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
(Muthaf**kin` G)
Everybody forgotten about me
(K, fo` life)
Will I ever, ever, ever, be free?
(Long live the pimp)