Fat Joe Follow

[fat joe]
Its so depressing, uh..
Be the realest shit I ever wrote (money and cars bitches)
Shit is real part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow? )
See what its like to walk in my shoes
It aint all fun and games (ya heard? )

Yo yo
Im sick and tired of stressin, every days a different lesson
Im free-fallin tryna leave this deep depression
My son joey still slow, my moms got cancer in her throat
My big brother sniffin dope
Lemme know how many motherfucker wanna be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow dough o
ut my ass
Its like, how much fight I got left in me?
Niggaz wont be happy till they bring the fuckin death of me
But you never see joe look weak or flow off beat
And charlie sees the board in four more weeks

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You gotta walk where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where Im going to
Stay where I stay
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues how I payed
To get where Im going to

[fat joe]
Uh, yo, the south bronx, nine years later
Aint nuttin changed, niggaz still playa haters
T.s. the best thats done it, forever live and never front it
Reminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz "run it"
Now we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudes
Crowd the coliseum to hear they favorite tunes
Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one
The angels came down, took my twin big pun
Shit were unbalanced throughout the whole world
All I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl
Hope your listenin, tell ton that we still missin him
Im like a prisoner in jail with no visitors

[chorus] 2x

[fat joe]
Yeah, uh, aiyyo the

ver buy you happiness
My true niggaz walk with me now!

[chorus] 2x