[Intro]
This call is from a federal prison, this call is from Robert Kelly
This call will be recorded and subjected to monitoring at any time
To accept this call, press 5
You may begin speaking now
I got 2 minutes, let's go

[Verse]
First I wanna thank my fans for being the realest
Now let's get down to business on this Breezy remix
Had to make this phone call just to let you know you ain't shit
It's questions on my mind
It's questions on my mind
They still selling my music, making all this money
Don't even send shit to my books for commissary, no
Though I'm in this place, I know I don't deserve this, no
It's questions on my mind
It's questions on my mind
Did I build you up, build you up, when I wrotе you all those hits?
How you not gonna show me love? Show mе love? (Please)
And I'm not talking 'bout no chick (Please)

[Chorus]
Tell me who, who's getting all my checks?
Where's my money at? (Please)
Tell me who, who's getting paid for my grind?
All of that is supposed to be mine, oh-oh
Who gave you 34 years? (Who?)
Who made you billions of dollars? (Who?)
Who put the R in the R&B?
Swear that it's killing me in my cell
Making me holler, damn it
Who?
Tell me who's getting all of my? (Who's getting all of my?)
Who's getting all of my residuals?
Who?
I just need to know
Tell me who?
[Outro]
They just called Rec, I gotta go