| Look, I’m not the dude that I used to be
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| Not the dog from the hood on the block that you used to see
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| Life changed now, things ain’t what they used to be
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| Fans wanna touch me, the industry is new to me
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| Gettin' deeper, this life I’m addicted
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| Caught up in this world, I’m a fiend, no prescription
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| Used to be a crook, now I feel like I’m a victim
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| What happened to the old names, people say they miss them
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| Maybe I’m a hypocrite, I’ve been on some different shit
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| Said I wouldn’t change but I did, I’m admittin' it
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| Guess I wasn’t ready for that fame and exposure
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| People taking pictures gettin' richer can’t slow up
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| Hopin' for tomorrow, tomorrow really came
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| Sittin' in that jail cell, it was just a dream
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| It was just a dream that turned into reality
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| Find myself slippin' tryin' to hold to reality
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| It was just a dream, money and the fame
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| Hopin' for tomorrow, tomorrow really came
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| Don’t tell me that I changed, I’m still Jermaine
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| The day after tomorrow, tomorrow really came
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| The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow
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| Yeah, I made it, yea, look
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| I made it, got away from drugs and gunshots
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| Standing on the beach far away from range drops
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| Look at me loungin', girls drop blouses
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| Back to the club, gettin' drunk spendin' thousands
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| In and out of sport cars, baby this the fast life
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| Sittin' in the hotel, reflectin' on my past life
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| Used to key work in a jacket on my jean suit
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| Now I’m in the press, whilin' out, catchin' lawsuits
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| Shoot for the stars, my mother always told me
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| But she ain’t prepare me for this life with my homies
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| Tryin' to stay real in the industry that’s fake
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| I ain’t tryina sell my soul but I’m tryina get this cake
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| Tryin' to get it done, seven room mansion
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| Parties by the pool, model bitches dancin'
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| It was just a dream, fame is what I paid for
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| How can I complain, it’s the life that I prayed for |