His money's clean, his shoes are tied Never wants to step a foot outside He's a man, he's a legend, he's a money making fiend What you think of the What does he mean, he's already tired He's got a spliff in his hand when he's already high He's a man, he's a legend, he's a money making fiend What you think of the He's just a man, who's got a rule For sticking up for those who are kinda cruel It's in his blood baby he's just being honest with you How does it feel, when he's alive He runs behind a picture with those painted eyes The feeling of emotion is the feeling of the rhythm that's inside of you Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Remi's got a gun, cigarette in his mouth and he's ready to blow Talking to his mama with a picture in her hand, you never cared before Son put it down you're not ready to do what you're gonna do But Remi's feeling clustered because nobody knows what he's going through He's ready to go, he's got one in the chamber and he knows he's done Son you did what you were gonna do now baby put down the gun But Remi's feeling tired, he's feeling hateful inside and he's ready to shoot So Remi pulls the trigger not know if he really thought this through Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh