Yo, Big Will in the place to be, mic check and a mic check and a

Would you love me in the shack in a shanty town?

Would you love me if my pants was hand me downs, huh? Yo, yo, often times I hear a phrase when I'm out and about

8 to 80, all walks of life be shouting it out

Usually, when it's time for a encore I hear it

Or when I did something hot, evoking the spirit

It's weird, its like a double edge sword when ya'll applaud

It's kinda wild, a peace sign, a smile

How do I respond to the phrase, "I love you Will!"?

Kinda heavy when I hear it, I'd be like damn for real? In a way it make me wanna stay strong and moral

But history say I could be gone tomorrow

And though my future looks floral I feel like I'm hoping for much pain

When people stop shouting my name

And doubting my game and liking others better than me

Writing letters to him instead of letters to me

A veteran B, I know the game, but do me this here

In your heart be clear before you bless my ear, come on Could you love me in the shack in a shanty town?

Could you love me if my pants was hand me downs?

Could you love me if my wrist ain't bling?

If I wasn't on TV and I ain't sing, huh?

Could you love me if my whip wasn't chrome fitted?

Would my name be easier to forget it, huh?

Could you love me if wrist ain't bling?

If I wasn't on TV and I ain't sing, huh? I pray before I sit with a pen and a pad

A birth of a thought occurs and it calls me dad

To the universe an idea released from me

Just a CD, nah man, a piece of me

What you can't see is that when you be dancing B

As I asked you a question, that's how you answer me

So when you don't dance, it'll be like I'm choking from cancer

Like I wrote rancid rhymes, I can't survive Sure, I rationalize like, oh, I see

But if you don't like my cut, it's like you don't like me

Some stuff works, some works not so well

It's like you works like hell, still get hurt like hell

Yo, it could tear you apart but don't let your wins go to your head

Your losses go to your heart

And if we ever get the pleasure to meet, be clever with it

Please measure what you yell in the street, come on Could you love me in the shack in a shanty town?

Could you love me if my pants was hand me downs?

Could you love me if my wrist ain't bling?

If I wasn't on TV and I ain't sing, huh?

Could you love me if my whip wasn't chrome fitted?

Would my name be easier to forget it, huh?

Could you love me if wrist ain't bling?

If I wasn't on TV and I ain't sing, huh? Could you?