Verse One:
On one side is rage, the other side serenity.
Flip another page in my mind, a book of memories.
Dreaming of a stage, spit the rhymes like a felony.
They screaming out my name, like its my time, tell it G.
Start to feel the rage as its back to reality.
Sitting in a cage, and dreams are what they're selling me.
A big dream feen, no cream too expensive.
A dollar and a dream, no dollar, so he rents it.
50 cents all he has, get rich or die trying.
Paying for his past, he's just stitching up the lining.
Try to make the best of what he's got, but it's hard
Devil in the back got em looking up to god.
See these rich people don't give a damn about the poor.
Look out for yourself.
Cuz they'll take what's yours.
Everything in sight.
Rip you down to the core.
Till there ain't nothing left.
When it rains, it pours.
So tell me what it is that makes the world go round.
Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound.
Tell me what it is that makes the world go round.
Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound.

Hook:
Tell me what it is that makes the world go round.
Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound.
Tell me what it is that makes the world go round.
Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound.
Tell me what it is that makes the world go round.
Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound.

Verse Two:
Man I want some respect man.
I need a little power.
A chef to cook pasta and a casa with a tower.
A big ass yard with a pool in the back.
And a black fitted cap with a jacket to match.
4 or 5 cars that I drive every day.
And a room with a theater and Xbox to play.
I need granite counter tops and marble floors.
Like 30 ft. ceilings and tall wooden door.
I need a bag full of money and a honey just to carry it.
Snow bunny mugging cuz we staying at the Marriott.
Ready for the war like I'm standing in a chariot.
Power of the lord dog, what the fuck you starring at. 
I don't give a damn about ya standards. 
I ain't hoping on the train like I'm a bandit. 
See we walking in with hoodies and a big ass wristwatch. 
I don't rock Jay's I rock socks with flip flops.
We ghetto.

Verse Three:
I give a fuck about the money.
Give a duck about the fame.
Give a fuck about the honeys.
Give a fuck about the game.
I just want a couple kids and a wife that'll love me.
A mom and dad who care, I don't care if they bug me.
It's all about the love man, it's all about the love.
If you don't understand that then you probably need a hug.
I never believed in karma. Till she slapped me in the face.
Gave me four years of pain with my soul in a cage. 
With my soul in a cage.
Gave me four years of pain with my soul in a cage.
So tell me what it is that makes the world go round.
Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound.
Tell me what it is that makes the world go round.
Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound

Hook:
Tell me what it is that makes the world go round.
Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound.
Tell me what it is that makes the world go round.
Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound.
Tell me what it is that makes the world go round.
Tell me what it is that makes ya heartbeat pound.