Yo, it could tear you apart but don't let your wins go to your head
Just a CD, nah man, a piece of me
And doubting my game and liking others better than me
But history say I could be gone tomorrow
If I wasn't on TV and I ain't sing, huh?
Could you love me if my pants was hand me downs?
It's like you works like hell, still get hurt like hell
How do I respond to the phrase, "I love you Will!"?
Could you love me if my wrist ain't bling?
Or when I did something hot, evoking the spirit
Usually, when it's time for a encore I hear it
A birth of a thought occurs and it calls me dad
As I asked you a question, that's how you answer me
A veteran B, I know the game, but do me this here
To the universe an idea released from me
Could you love me in the shack in a shanty town?
Could you love me if my wrist ain't bling?
And though my future looks floral I feel like I'm hoping for much pain
Would you love me if my pants was hand me downs, huh?
So when you don't dance, it'll be like I'm choking from cancer
Could you love me if wrist ain't bling?
Yo, yo, often times I hear a phrase when I'm out and about
Could you love me if wrist ain't bling?
Could you love me in the shack in a shanty town?
Would my name be easier to forget it, huh?
In your heart be clear before you bless my ear, come on
And if we ever get the pleasure to meet, be clever with it
Kinda heavy when I hear it, I'd be like damn for real?
Writing letters to him instead of letters to me
Your losses go to your heart
Like I wrote rancid rhymes, I can't survive
Some stuff works, some works not so well
In a way it make me wanna stay strong and moral
If I wasn't on TV and I ain't sing, huh?
What you can't see is that when you be dancing B
But if you don't like my cut, it's like you don't like me
Please measure what you yell in the street, come on
Could you love me if my whip wasn't chrome fitted?
8 to 80, all walks of life be shouting it out
Sure, I rationalize like, oh, I see
I pray before I sit with a pen and a pad
Could you love me if my pants was hand me downs?
Could you love me if my whip wasn't chrome fitted?
When people stop shouting my name
It's kinda wild, a peace sign, a smile
If I wasn't on TV and I ain't sing, huh?
Would my name be easier to forget it, huh?
It's weird, its like a double edge sword when ya'll applaud
