Landed in Brooklyn, my momma told me it's not Beverly Hills but it's sorta like it
I went to school on the west side, there was drive-bys on the east side
I make a movie with all of my goonies, they with me, I'm with them, I'll be alright, yeah
I know your story from start to finish, I don't need to hear it, I'm just a psychic
Old friends I can't reconnect with, you already lost one
I know there's meaning to life but not knowing it's more fun
You thought you was on one, we'll see who lasts in the long run
Turned your back on the whole squad, I never thought about that once
You ride the coattails of somebody that rides the coattails of somebody that's riding coattails
I was always free, the product was never for sale
Yeah, you know me well
Only time will tell, oh well
Yeah, fly away, put your faith in me
Losing myself by the day
Are you proud? Look at me momma, I made it, yeah
Yeah, fly away, put your faith in me
Losing myself by the day
Are you proud? Look at me momma, I made it, yeah