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This is what I sound like after 5 years
Why do I feel I still got the floor
Before '99 I was born again, 5 years later and I'm on again
Man I think I'm born to win, Mase broke, that's a oxy moron
Forget a bus, I bought a drop to tour on G-4's what I soar on
You thinkin' I ain't hot you're so wrong sorry for the prolong
But now life goes on, long list of hits and it goes on
I wake up, and I don't even feel like a star
And man I'm getting a million a bar indeed I need not take no lie
Man, y'all gone make me cry it's kinda eerie when you hear me
Ya hairs stand up been a change of plan rip your old plan up
Instead of hatin' help me lift the big man up
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Some days I make thousands, some days I make millions
Spend my day chillin', coupe's with suede ceilings
Everybody out there wanna know what Mase got
Way hot gray drop Maybach gray yacht
And that's just the way it be favor, people wanna pay for me
When I'm in Mr. Chows, they waive the fee
And I don't chase money man, money chase me
I give my wife things that she dream and more
I give a little bit, and she fiend for more
I'm back like Moses to bring the law brand new
Saint Mase in mean velor, I had bling before you ever seen the tour
Fans from Iran and Singapore
And grown men beg me to bring them on tour
Even if it mean they gotta sleep on the floor
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
I used to be the guy stood next to Diddy
Crucified for bringin' sex in the city
Even though the girls think I'm extra pretty
How I know? I ain't got no extra wit me, oh
With the fist tight flow wit a wrist like whoa
What if this might blow ain't no if I know
I'm the man to plan the way this ain't my life
I've become a saved put up a good fight like it's Mandalay
Hate the game, but it made a man a man
Gone for a while, it's like I ran away
God time now, and I don't plan to play
I'm only here for the one thing you lack
And make DJ's scratch is he is he back
Kids in the hood stutter it's a it's a fact
It's the kid resurrected it's a it's a wrap
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go