Aw Shux

Yeah
Termanology
So, uh
S-T dot
50 MC's huh?
Tony!

Uh, I used to think if I went so hard in the booth
Jimmy Iovine would show up in my room
Knock on my door, take me to a private jet
Man I was wrong, 10 years making these songs
And the dream I once had as a boy has now vanished
Never mind living lavish, I'm wondering how I managed
With a semi-ass manager, empty-ass calendar
Empty-ass fridge and mad bills just piling up
Two baby mamas, I'm lucky it ain't a hundred
I'm sitting here getting blunted with nothing up in my stomach
No I wasn't born with money, I was born with putty
And the holes in my wall in my project hall
And you never been as broke as me, I like that
Anybody put they hands on me, get knifed back
And this liquor in my stomach is rumbling but it's all I got
Trying not to get locked up by the piglets in the donut shop
My lawyer money was low, got a public defender
The D.A. doesn't respect him, I'm probably gonna get sentenced
My pen is leaking the ink, like tears out of my mama eyes
One of her biggest fears, I fall victim to homicide
Nine murders in Law Town in just a couple months
I don't know what's wrong with these kids, they all going nuts
Me I'm just sitting here thinking of the old days
Shit, ain't too much changed
I took 30 MC's, put 'em all in a line
Took 10 more MC's 'fore I start my rhyme
If you add 10 more, that's 50 combined
And me? I'm just one of the illest of all time