[Intro: Nelly]
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Let's go, ay
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This story we about to tell you, is all true
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The names may have been changed to protect some of those close to me
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Uhh, uhh, true story, but if not
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[Nelly]
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They say money is the root of all evil
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And I'm really startin to see what it do to people
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Check it (c'mon) mo' money, mo' problems
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Well e'rybody got problems, but they expect me to solve 'em (hey)
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And I can barely solve my own
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Got me lookin at 'em like, "You supposed to be grown?"
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And I done said this shit in four different tones
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To they face, e-mails mayne and over the phone
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I done said that shit calm, I done said that shit loud
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I done pulled 'em to the side, I done tried to sit 'em down
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But some just don't get it
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Cause they mind only focused on (hey) shit what I got
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What they ain't got, and what they can't get
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Got me lookin at my albums like "Who wrote this shit?"
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Believe me man, I hope this get
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just a tad bit better but I doubt that shit (it's like hey!)
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[Chorus: Nelly]
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I can hear these people say, "Damn that boy done changed"
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But they don't understand the pressures I'm goin through
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Oh how I wish there was a way, to change places for a day
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Just so they can see what it's like to walk a mile in my shoes
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[Nelly]
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Yo, listen
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C'mon, I love Dave Chappelle
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But I don't know too many turn down 50 mil'
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See that's talk for real
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Besides, you know what I had to go through to get this deal?
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How many brothers I done seen get killed
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for 50 bucks and a few of them pills? Y'all don't feel me
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(Man please) Damn right I sing all them songs
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So I can buy my pops a car and my momma a home
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So she can sit up on the phone with her best friend Joan
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Talkin like on and on how her baby done grown
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"How my baby make his own through the microphone
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And how my baby been my baby since my baby was born"
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But uhh, I ain't sayin man it's all about the money
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But let's face it, you can't make a record for free
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I'll be damned if I watch 'em make a mil' off me
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And I just sit back and take it, for minimum wage
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And I done gave 'em e'rything but my D and my A
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I say hey, that's what the contract say (contract say)
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They make it seem like you can't get away
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It's like you owe these niggaz three more days
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Y'all don't feel me (hey!)
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Nelly]
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Woo! Uh, uh...
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Shout out to my nigga Polow
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Woo! A knocker right here O.G.
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Uh, uh, uh, yea
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Problems
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| Nelly |
