[Chorus: T-Shyne]
I started on my own and I had to survive
A couple women textin', I never reply
I knew that I would get it, was never surprised
My father used to say, "Keep your eye on the prize"
My homie used to say, "Keep your eye on the stove"
And now they see us gettin' it all over the globe
I remember nights when we ran in them homes
I swear we thought the police was tappin' our phones
Yeah, I used to sip out the styrofoam
Now I'm just a pimp with a thousand hoes

[Verse 1: T-Shyne]
Thousand of them, please forgive me
I'm out in LA, it get faker than some titties
But I need a girl to love me for the real me
She got a body like Billie Jean
Picture her body in the sauna, steam
Like a virgin my Madonna clean
We make a movie it's a drama scene
I told myself no more sippin' lean
Lil' baby told me that she missin' me
These n***as hatin', they can't sit with me
I pity the fool like I'm Mr. T
Fuck up a check and I'm gone, shawty gon' strip in the thong
I'm trying to get on, I had to right so many wrongs
Used to live in the Bronx, now I'm in the crib with the lawn
Rockin' that Ralph Lauren (I am, I am)
[Chorus: T-Shyne]
I started on my own and I had to survive
A couple women textin', I never reply
I knew that I would get it, was never surprised
My father used to say, "Keep your eye on the prize"
My homie used to say, "Keep your eye on the stove"
And now they see us gettin' it all over the globe
I remember nights when we ran in them homes
I swear we thought the police was tappin' our phones
Yeah, I used to sip out the styrofoam
Now I'm just a pimp with a thousand hoes

[Verse 2: T-Shyne]
I had to get the dough without needin' the loan
The road was always rocky, Sylvester Stallone
Now a n***a poppin', I'm doin' these shows
I'm 'bout to put my n***as all in some diamonds for sure
Me and all my n***as just do it for fun
I always knew that I was the chosen one
Some n***as came to my crib with a loaded gun
The night we made it out our lives were good

[Chorus: T-Shyne]
I started on my own and I had to survive
A couple women textin', I never reply
I knew that I would get it, was never surprised
My father used to say, "Keep your eye on the prize"
My homie used to say, "Keep your eye on the stove"
And now they see us gettin' it all over the globe
I remember nights when we ran in them homes
I swear we thought the police was tappin' our phones
Yeah, I used to sip out the styrofoam
Now I'm just a pimp with a thousand hoes