No Regrets

Okay Ace, one more question before we rap this one up is
 Considering how long you've been in the game
 All the places you been and all the songs that you've done
 And all the cats you've worked with
 Is there anything you'd do differently?
 What I mean to say is, do you have any regrets?
 If I never recorded another song
 If I was wrong and nothin' I spitted was ever strong
 If I never perform at another venue
 If this genuine love doesn't continue
 If none of my records was ever sold
 If I fold and I never see platinum or even gold
 If no one ever again can recall, if I stalled
 And start workin' part time at the mall
 If there's no more shows for be to dabble in
 No more travelin', leavin' the show in Maryland
 If none of my songs that ever been never spin
 In heavy rotation ever again
 If I don't do a song to insight millions
 Or get a video done by Hype Williams
 If there's never a chance again to be seen
 On the pages inside of another magazine
 If the luxuries in life I can't or afford
 If I never win the Billboard or the Source award
 I wouldn't want ya pity or ya sympathy
 Even if Marley never put me on 'The Symphony'
 But I gotta admit it I'm glad he did it
 It's considered the first verse I ever spitted
 I release I'm still apart of history
 I learned the key to victory, its not a mystery
 See I got a lotta love for what I do in life
 And after this I'm then I'ma find somethin' new in life
 I guarantee ya it'll be somethin' that I really love
 I give thanks for my life to God up above
 That I'm blessed to have a job I enjoy doin'
 And now as a man doin' what I was a boy doin'
 The only difference is now I get to eat from it
 I never though I would be known on the street from it
 And if not one fan that shows gratitude
 And if they see me they walk by with an attitude
 It was still an enjoyable ride
 Yeah, big up to Kane, Biz Mark and The Pharcyde
 And of course to all of my past labelmates
 Y'all keep on risin' like the cable rates
 Ay yo, Premier and Guru, this goes out to you
 Special Ed and Buckshot, this a shout to you
 I don't know if it's the end but yo, it might be
 Big up to Q-Tip, Alicia Heed and Spike Lee
 And everybody in the game I ever worked with
 And all the chicks up in the game I used to flirt with
 But if I never get another piece of show coochie
 Never see no Louie Vattone or no Gucci
 No more suede and linen or designer denim
 No more Jeeps with 1, 000 watt systems in 'em
 No more sittin' on chrome with those Parelli shoes
 No more gettin' my name up in the daily news
 No more Lexus, Coups, Beamers and Benzes
 No more Cardiac frames with colored lenses
 No more chains and bracelet, and no baguettes
 But for what it's worth yo, I got no regrets