[Jean Grae]   I ain't afraid to shine different.. c'mon      Devoted life to the dream of lights and fortune and fame   I might just gain the vision, or just might be livin in vain   See in the game it's cool strolls and platinum thugs   Stack the cash, drugs and women; bubble in crime, trouble in time   I stay humble with mine, had drama for words   Encountered some birds who tried to take the shine   But I'm illuminatin like a thousand frozen wrists in the glint of the sun   Worth the Franklin Mint and Wall Street combined into one   They can't see it yet though, different like niggaz sayin petrol   for gas, english metric system, graded on the past   Just tryin to reach y'all, no one's at my arms length   Wanna stay in the race but slowly runnin out of breath   They all alike, can't understand, maybe it's safest   to play the role and be another glitch in The Matrix   Repetitive flow, embedded in dough   I run the risk of pissin everybody off, but I don't care if you know      [Chorus: Jean Grae]   Yo I'm on the line like white, china, table   Lay it all out for the shit; nigga, no, doubt   Fuck real, I'm right, told you the last time man   Fuck y'all, say it   Bring it, lay it all out for the shit; nigga, no, doubt   Fuck real, I'm right, told you the last time   Things ain't different, say it   Bring it, I'm on, now      [Jean Grae]   Quit for good, too many times, shit maybe I should   But it won't prevent rejection reappearin in life   I even lay the toughest down for you   Paint the ground blood pink for you, only so that you feel me right   Then hear me tight from the ills perhaps   But not a lot of scenes like movie stills are fleein from fiends and caps   I had, thrills and high spills, couple of hot chases   Romance with Jacks, Jills in dirty places   No jail cell been filled and no court cases   But committed murder of flesh, two of my own faces   At best I'm, a dime each, not a dozen, never cheap   Fornicated adultery once and now I never cheat   Younger sibling or two, family disfunctional   Problem with bein on time, hardly ever punctual   Punchclocks give me the runs, just not in my blood Akki   Y'all flashin guns at me, time to go? Let it be      [Chorus]      [Jean Grae]   See I got these bill collectors, practically at the door chillin   I can't explain to Visa how I'm tryin to stack a million   Hustle on the side for chump change, it's not big time   I only do it for fries, chicken and wine and hump days   Reality spit, dudes and rap bitches sick of me   And if they right, they still print, I'm tryin to do calligraphy   All real, sit up just all night, just thinkin it's all wrong   Won't sleep 'til everything's alright   I made brush fire noise; I need four alarm   Three A.M. on the lawn with two kids and one slipper on   Blaze now, your days phase out like old sitcoms   Tryin to save the show by puttin new fuckin kids on   Love me or not, respect it for what it's worth   I'm like a bundle of dough in a knot in a purse under your cot   Undiscovered lines like connectin the dots   It's gonna happen, sooner or later   Fuck rappin, just givin data