He push weight same way that I push pens

A 100 Oz on the table, homie took 10

Flip 5 by the end of the monthDry by the 15th so the kid′ll re up

I was tryna hit an open Mic, homie on the corner like

Day and night, but we both tryna get our paper right

I admired the flash he presented

He looking like cash get ass from plenty women

But little did I know his admiration was reciprocal

Every time I passed him, some bars I'd spit a few

Homie told me stick to the rhymes and I was outta here

Don′t become a product of environment like I have did

I remembered every gem he was dropping

And not stopping that's word to the Tims I was rocking

Kept em' on the street like my homie til′ this very day

It′s many ways to hustle and getcha paper straight

Still remember homie from the block

Shit he still there right now

Peace forever fam, yo

Top 10 best head that I ever had

And number 1 when it comes to the better ass

Soft skin, mean strut over confident

A little too much to handle for any common men

I had to bag it, was better than I could imagine

Ready to tag it before the lady remove the fabric

Now my head is fucked up like she do voodoo magic

Turning me out could eventually remove the savage

Tried to turn it to something that could be ever lasting

Could we take this any further she was never asking

Told me use my music to reach the top first

Somebody is gonna be happy with me, but not her

But when we intimate this shit is still ridiculous

And even though she into it, it seem to be polygamous

Did a gig, afterwards my homie hit the strip club

Shorty on the pole, eyes closed getting tipped dubs

I still remember when that nigga called me like

You remember shorty you was fucking

That bitch at the club right now getting tips up her ass crack yo

Even though my family drastically in the poverty

My parents pushed me to be better honestly and obviously and I'ma be

Greater than the star as far as I can see

Until nobody I know can go bar for bar with me

They had habits that we know went beyond some weed

But when I drop a CD my parents copping 3

My momma′s only regret, she never seen me perform

Before she died in the heat of the storm

So in memory of her, I'll be keeping it going

And build a buzz bigger than a fucking killer bee swarm

And my pops still supportive the energy I absorb it

And give it back to the world in dominant proportions

Shout out to the homie still hustling and flipping

And shout out to the bitch still fucking when she stripping

Each of y′all kept me out the streets never doubted me

And shout out to my parents cus I know you gon' be proud of me

Love y′all

I love myself too

Ya'll kept me on the right track and that's peace