Men I worked People tell me I changed They talk to me like I'm rich Oh yeah ... And yeah I did it We all come from the bottom And we're going back to the bottom Butterflies in my pocket Still gave the rest to my mom And then we made it Oh yeah we made it We're just tryna make a change Hoping that tomorrow's a better day Cause we fading in, fading out You know what it's all about it Keep my head up to the clouds Everyday is the same but it ain't All eyes on me trying to ... I swear to God I'll make it home tonight It doesn't matter No it doesn't matter Once you go up they just wanna bring you down I want it all until the day I die I swear to God I'll make it home tonight I'll make it home tonight I'll make it home tonight I'll make it home tonight