I got 99 problems and they all bitches
I wish I was Jigga Man, carefree living
But I'm not Sean or Martin Louie
Im a Cleveland nigga rollin with them Brooklyn boys
You know how hard it be when you start livin large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott about the drama
Or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom
On Christmas time, my mom Christmas grind
Got me most of what I wanted, howd you do it mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
An independent older sister got me fly when she could
But they all didnt see, the little bit of sadness in me, Scotty.
Ive got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me
I bring them to the light for you
Its only right
This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life.
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