(Verse)
I shipped it off and got paid,
A play is for the days, I got to work like a slave.

My !@$@ said he plays for the things that was on paper,
Probation, been a long time waiting, almost drove my !@$@ crazy.
And yeah, I understand, but as long as we be praying

Ain't gone plan it, I'm just saying this rap %#@! gonna make us major.
I may have thrown my planes, passed them on to my men,
By the long my right hand I swear to God we get this paper.

Now my eyes low like a majon state, blow like the ancients
And my mama said I'll make it when I make it.
I promise my girl a gold bracelet, got daughter a Mercedes

Soon as I get my pesos no clan,
I get the !@$@ ball like a !@$@,
Sign my homies to the label,

Cost since, but we ain't never give a damn.
Kick's $#&@ed up, cause I be getting out the mud,
A couple ounce from cos and smoke it all with blood.

What up, Mike, that's my step-dad,
Homie thought me how to fix a flat, thought me how to bathe,
I know that %#@! ain't much, but that's way more than my dad,

And now I ain't guessing, need a !@$@ that's my man.
It is what it is, though, my !@$@, I'm just saying.
My father done it big, your father done it big,

My momma had a kid, so what that made me
!@^%, the man out of creep, small man to the G.
Got to handle this %#@! and then I did.

And best believe I held that %#@! down with ease,
Them good treats at my hard times at ease,
But good brief, man, they think life for pitch, damn.

And all this dirty money give me the need for speed,
Try to find a spot to play my money treat.
I work the pimp, see, I'm sipping out this jug.

A couple hours from cus is smoking our blood, what.