| And you know as I sit up in this cell |
| I think to myself |
| I’m really blessed man |
| I get so much love |
| And I gotta thank you for that that, |
| So you know, that’s what I’m gonna do |
| Ya, cuz mean the world to me |
| You helped me feed my family |
| You helped clothed my children |
| And all I do, all I do is flow, but flow I do. |
| Check me out |
| It’s the boy Los blowing kill with my hood, |
| Fire up another one this for Hillwood |
| Dropping new hits, how the hell does he do it |
| Flowing in my 8×12 sipping thru it |
| Lets ride in the wind, keep my chin high |
| In the middle of the struggle but we gonna get by |
| Mamacit don’t cry, the whole world holds us |
| Even haters on LimeWire trying to download us |
| No pain no glory, write a love story |
| Whether it’s a new song or another 40 |
| Buddy when I jump on the mic its magic |
| Bill gates money up inside this tablet |
| So much love in the mail they handle me |
| Fans of my family, friends was fantasy |
| Everything clear let the silent live on |
| About time I wrote a mother fucking positive song |
| Chorus x 2 |
| Niggas came up and they said I couldn’t do it |
| Now I’m selling all stores, staying true to it |
| Even from prison I ball like a rocket |
| Motherfucker’s steady tripping because they just can’t stop me |
| Mary Jane love me, Mary Jane hold me |
| No one do it better that what Mary Jane told me |
| Ill already knew that, what about you black |
| Feel like I’m rolling 84's on the new lag |
| Ride with a G, please don’t burnt the seats |
| Sipping all day, mouth full of purples teas |
| Brew perfectly no my blunt is flenzy |
| But I will not retire like spunz Mackenzie |
| Some are stingy but I’m not that way |
| I use to share my 40oz with my homeboy drake |
| Not the one that’s all famous, yall be tripping, |
| I’m talking about the drake that worked at churches chicken |
| This is my hood, we don’t claim no sets |
| But the streets are alive and the game don’t rest |
| So I stay on my toes, still I’m able to smile |
| A brand new year and I made it somehow |
| Chorus x 2 |
| This a song for the single, a song for the married |
| A song for the moms and the baby’s that they carry |
| I’m far from a preacher, far from a teacher |
| This is just to tell you, that I love you and I need you |
| So many memories, so many pains |
| Its funny how I use it all up for my games |
| That’s why I tell you if you going thru a storm |
| Don’t trip god uses pain to make people strong |
| Chorus x 2 |