Verse 3: , Cee-Lo Relentless realism regardless represents South West goes out, possess the manifest that's heaven sent What's said is meant to the fullest extent No nonsense because my conscience wouldn't be content But just a little wealth, a little fame But your mind-frame will keep you living the same And it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto Huh, hoes have some clothes that ain't makin what you suppose Let your eyes close to what your contract shows and fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent You content 'cause, you do what everybody does The industry that change you from the person you was Knee-deep in the struggle Two part-time jobs to juggle Gotta lady and a see that you can't hardly feed Any day your life could end so you depend on the reciting and the writing when you got the spare time to spend To keep you stable, hopin one day you'll be able To be a commodity on somebody's record label Got your chance, twenty thousand dollar advance and a car and all of a sudden you a star at the bar ballin, callin the waiter to bring one of they finest wines Then you started snortin lines, your life defines the misconception of stayin down You can't be influenced by everybody you hang round You shoulda been more appreciative of the life that you were blessed to live A hundred percent is what you got to give 'cause ain't no tellin, yo' bullshit start smellin And you wonder why your record ain't sellin no more, endin up with no dough and no respect back in the projects and building 23, right next door to me, hehehe