(Verse 1)   Top down with the fresh cut   With A. Baker (Anita Baker) through the speakers, 'Best Of'   A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin' dressed up   Everythin' else healthy, don't get me messed up   A good pair of shades on, you gon always see me in disguise   Not for style, I don't want you to seein' my eyes   But for now, tell God hurry my plans   Cause I just had to bury my man   Us two was on some brother shit   But if I learned anythin', if you take life for granted it'll grant you some other shit   I know I can't be the only one troubled with   I talk 'bout hard shit like I discovered it   Thought I had enough of it, still won't cut a wrist   I just wrote the book, he published it   Simply read holdin' back the years   Cause when I strayed, it looked like he holdin' back some tears, he sayin'      (Hook)      (Verse 2)   Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me   Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me   Clockin' my every move, takin' notes behind me   Crowd laughin', there must be a 'Roast' behind me   But the boy won't bend   Though the road to the riches is startin' to look like it don't end   I'm on 9-5 speedin', truly love it   No idea where I'm goin', that's the beauty of it   But still I'm here waitin' on a sign   Or a F.Y.I. to be notified, cause (WHY)   Do it matter what he got it store for niggas if they too broke to buy   I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons ya'll   From the devil's bedroom on to his front yard   Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur   Let em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said      (Hook)      (Verse 3)   Wouldn't be smart to tangle wit ya guardian angel   Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles   Get mangled, so I don't got shit   My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit   Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick   But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit   See my intent is to be content   But that's contingent off fly hoe's usin' ??   Since mama concieved me   Me and dude been stuck in a melee   He's tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasely   But I could give a fuck how a nigga percieves me   So until God retrieves me   I'm followin' behind the nigga that misleads me   If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me   But everytime I try he tells me that he needs me