if i lost all of my fingers and couldn't pick up another pen,
if i never wrote again, and never recorded again,
if my rappin career abruptly came to an end,
and i lost all ma friendz, it was worth it in the end,
if i walked down the mall, and got no luv @ all,
if i got bounced out the game like a ball,
and sold friuts at a stall and got banned from smokin zoll,(weed)
and if none of my fans recognized me at all,
it was all worth the joll,(party)
if i lost all y'allz love, got dissed and mugged,
went broke and had to starve, had no bitches and hugs,
and nuthin was enuff, evryday be hassled by thugs,
walk down the street, get spitted on, and shitted on,
it was all worth the ryde i sitted on...
if i lost all my fans, and got stripped to my last pants,
and lost all my future plans, have a fucked up life with no chance,
be stuck with no where to advance, have to live off monkey glands
or have talibans cut off my hands,
play one more of my songs and i will dance,
if everything i wrote was wrong,
judges all across the world banned my songs,
get ma recordz shufffed up ma ass like a thong,
and no bitch would want to get it on,
this ryde was still the bomb,
and its what made me strong,
i have no regrets....at all
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