[Verse 1]
Aye-yo, what happened?
I was on the road to fame
King of New York, largest n***a in the game
Me and Biggie Smalls killin' it on Hot 97
Now Biggie Smalls somewhere in heaven
And I'm down here in Hell with a story to tell
Praying to God that my new shit sell
I'm still confused
Still feel like I got used
Some n***as think I didn't pay dues
But dammit, I paid 'em
You jumped up when Funk played 'em
In The Tunnel and the Radio Station
No ultimatum n***a, ball or die
12 gauge on stage, seeing hands in the sky
No piece of pie
Going home broke
Enough for a beef patty, Coke, a brand-new smoke
These n***as rocking Range Rovers, eating steak
While I'm cooking leftovers, n***as is fake
Good thing the drug game kept a n***a alive
Southside Jamaica, Queens on a n***a to survive
When I arrive, vengeance is mine
And if I would've knew, I would've never fuckin' signed
And uh
Had dreams of fancy cars and limos
And all I wanted was somebody to listen to my demos
[Chorus]
Please listen to my demo
Pl-pl-pl-pl please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo
Pl-pl-pl-pl please listen to my demo

[Verse 2]
Me and my man bumping Boogie
We was stealing cars
Sometimes we got away
Sometimes we jab ours
Police bust him handing off cars to my cousin
At the chop shop, poppin' that lock like it's nothing
Shot on Monroe, y'all ain't know that though
Y'all was fucking with this bitch on Kosciuszko
The 4-4 waiting at the club front door
N***as owe, n***as blow with the real C-4
Was the days of EPMD first CD with Churches on Jones Beach
With O.P.P
Selling drugs was my life support
Selling drugs had thugs scheming, but I ain't ever get caught
In Wyandanch, some of y'all call it Crimedanch
I call the place, ya ain't got a chance
I think back I used to smuggle the crack n' juggle in Rap
Thank God I'm bubbling back and uh-
Had dreams of fancy cars and limos
And all I wanted was somebody to listen to my demos
[Chorus]
Please listen to my demo
Pl-pl-pl-pl please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo
Pl-pl-pl-pl please listen to my demo

[Verse 3]
Here I am up at Espionage, Building 3
Looking out on the terrace at NYC
Hear a knock at the door
Whispering and gun clicking
It's some thugs outside thinking I'm easy picking
But all I got is my Mossberg, so I cocked it
And a gun blast is all they heard
Hit the hallway cuz n***as is still bussin'
Hit the doorway cuz security's coming
Aye-yo jealous, living our life like GoodFellas
N***as wanna see us out in the rain with no umbrellas
Rap's tryna sell us out, I remember the cops
Coming in my house fucking with my pops
It never stops
Got thrown out when I was young
Moms cried so hard when she found that gun
On the run, you ain't the only one with stories like this
N***a, my life is deep as the abyss
And uh
Had dreams of fancy cars and limos
And all I wanted was somebody to listen to my demos
[Chorus]
Please listen to my demo
Pl-pl-pl-pl please listen to my demos
Please listen to my demo
Pl-pl-pl-pl please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo
Pl-pl-pl-pl please

[Verse 4]
Now I'm lucky cuz all my n***as is thorough
Talking 'bout all my n***as spread out in every borough
Been through some shit that some don't make it out
Been through some shit that send the flowers out
You heard about all the stories of drugs and killing
Who's villain blood spilling and drug dealing?
I know stories live forever on those that died
But I'm here to sing a song that I'm glad I'm alive
Peace!