The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first sh*t Images like CNN but worse sh*t I would down the whole Pinot Gris But I’d see the Group Home without the Premo beats And it hurts my soul I’m a Warrior so though the odds is against a nigga, Dirk gon’ choke Some people confide in the person that they sleep with I’ve learned there’s no such thing as a secret (oh) I can’t describe the feeling I get You was riding shotgun, I was wheeling the whip sh*t, I even let you rock out Being Bill Belichick, tapin’ from the sidelines, stealin’ my sh*t But dawg, you was like a mini me Mocked me, envied me, turns out YOU WAS BLOWIN’ HOT AIR, KENNY G But you was cool, accepted you instantly Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies And though we share a few memories A couple wrong turns’ll turn a friend to an enemy See, phony people like phony people Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people Look, when you invite the nerds to the cool table sh*t IS BOUND TO BREAK UP LIKE A POOL TABLE So wack dudes’ll start feeling like the sh*t And you thinkin’ it’s you, its really where you sit Or maybe you was neglected ‘Cause when you take the front down and strip a nigga naked, he’s dying to be accepted (oh) I did that, just the way you was Now you a stranger, nothing like the way you was But uh, you not real, you not Rachel You not Worm, you not Dill, sh*t, you not chill I thought you had some … fu*k the fake sh*t, I’m really feel that you tryna screw me And you a little smarter than the …