Three

I... recall being young and depressed
I... would get beat up in recess
I... started rap when I was a weak mess
I would rhyme to evacuate unreleased stress
I... got good, left Mama's sweet nest
We... then toured, got money, we blessed
Now... my broad got double D breasts
We in the club poppin all the bubbly left
Now - We got passport stamps and visas
Now - When we land we got fans to greet us
We just hang with mean ass bands and divas
Smoke grams of weed up til we have amnesias
Now - we get tanned on sandy beaches
Now - eat grand and fancy cheeses
Relax in suites that are damn prestigious
Too late bitch, you cannot have this penis...

Stupid
You could have blown me but you blew it
Stupid
You could have blown me but you blew it

You... used to set true barriers
You... Acted like our superiors
You... never took us too serious
I... could really feel a fool's weariness
We... shine and tour now you cheer for us
You... even buy a few beers for us
What ? We meant to be friends? Well, you clearly just
Fools... hypocrites and true idiots
Yeah bitch, you now adore me
But when I was a child you'd doubt me shorty
You ignored me when I was wild and horny
When all I could share was an ounce and forty
Well fuck y'all sevens, I'm out of your league
I'm with seven tens now in crowded Orgies
Getting blown when stoned on tylenol 3
Living life to the limit. These rounds are on me!

Stupid
You could have blown me but you blew it
Stupid
You could have blown me but you blew it