Yeah, uh

Look

You can tell a nigga like me ain′t never had shit

R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vic

Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sic 'em

Fall victim to a gun brawl started over some bitches

Niggas trippin′, they takin' whatever's given

The irony when a nigga′s starvin′, gotta grip the biscuit

Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out your kitchen

If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits

Feel the kick, fuck a fair catch, kill 'em, who tryna take the hit?

First take go to first base, Stephen A Smith Wess′

On the hill, talkin' shit like Skip

Or Shannon, sharp-shootin′ off the top of the cliff

And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick

Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks

Zone 6, five fingers with the "suck my dick"

Me and Izzy was slap-boxin′ nigga bust my lip

Start fightin' lil' brother on some "tough guy shit"

But if you ever did me wrong, he on some, "what′s right shit"

Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip

Blood red, rum sippin′ they ain't cut like this

Mama said

"When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"

"I ain′t got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"

"Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped"

Seven crack head bad kids in a caravan, yeah

Somebody involved in stealin′, it's on, it wasn′t

It's gon' be so bad

When the girl went off on Precious

The girl went off on Precious, Rosalyn went in

No, Rosalyn said, "Oh, for real, I′ll see you when you get outside"

Exactly, exactly

That′s okay, my fault, my fault, my fault

For real? No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Look, uh

You can tell a nigga like me ain't met a nigga like me

Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe?

You bleed, I bleed and draw blood

I′m a fuckin' artiste, Artest with the gun

I can give my world peace, give your world ether

Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either

She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom

But king′s gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar

Remind me to keep receipts, y'all shit weak

I ain′t worried that, that bullshit leaked

See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers

Niggas breakin' they back tryna promote some shit that ain't even dope

They ask for my coat when I walk in the door

God flow, I don′t walk on the floor

God knows y′all hoes, y'all shows ain′t packin' the door

Crackin′ the floor, I don't even know if niggas rappin′ no more

'Round in my city, I am my shooter

Mindin' my business, I am not you

′Round in my city, I am my shooter

Mindin′ my business, I am not you

'Round in my city, I am my shooter

Mindin′ my business, I am not you

'Round in my city, I am my shooter

Mindin′ my business, how about you?

Look, uh, I do it for Royal and Rosalyn, Rachel and Carl

Izzy, Precious, Destin, strong seven kids, different blessings (hey)

Izzy athletic as fuck, All-American star, hard head

Scholarship at a school in New Orleans

On the football shit, but in class, he on the smart shit (hey)

Black man using his mind, it's a target on your forehead

Gotta stay on point like a marksman

Make a mark, leave a footprint, went for a marching

Bro graduating so we heading to the blue state

Fam′ celebrating, granny cooking up a few cakes

Yeah, gown on with the cap like a toupee

Handed a diploma, all the Routes say, "Hooray"

Yeah, hooray, today, catch a bouquet

Tonight it probably be a movie, what's a Blu-Ray?

I got some new Js and a fade, we hit the section

With the football team and a couple other professionals

It sound cool but really, this a confessional

20 minutes in it, Precious done went to the restroom

Said they got to hittin' with some women and they ′bout to get kicked out

They ain′t even tell us what that shit was about

All I really seen from the big VIP couch

Was a nigga swing, and hit my sister right in the mouth

The bouncer tried to block the door, that way we couldn't get out

But fuck that, the whole team bust that motherfucker down

Now we fighting in the street, it′s like ten against twenty-three

I was seventeen, swinging on any and everything

Bing bing, see my brother doing buddy like a boxing ring

Ros' got a bitch doing the hair weave sling

So beautiful, beating ass was like a family thing

Fighting together made us tighter in spite of how we would argue and scream

And now we brawling right outside of a party in New Orleans

And all the people start police-calling

Pack us inside of a paddy wagon, we sardines

To Saltine crackers that wanna shackle us in chains

Lo and behold, they held us in a holding cell for six

Or maybe seven hours just to let us go without a stain

But who′s to blame when all of us got the same mind frame?

We like a gang, mom and pop'll probably be proud and ashamed

Pound for pound, my sister Precious never lost a fade

Got up off the ground and she said she could hear my father sayin′

"When you fall down, stand up, get the bandage"

"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"

"Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped"

Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah

Hold on, hold on, hold on

What happened? What happened? What happened?

We came in the club

We′re talking, we go in the restroom

I go in the bathroom, open the door

"Dang B, you could′ve said sorry"

Ros' said, "B, you ain′t gotta say all that, it ain't that serious"

And she was all, "Oh, it′s that serious because you were in the bathroom"

Ros' said, "Okay B, I got you B, come outside"

Taj, she opened the door, Rosalyn said "Roof"

I said, "Okay, we fighting"

Damn, she was in the stall

On the stall door

Yeah, she was peeing, girl, she pulled her pants up

She opened the door and Ros′ decked her

Ayy, you know what?