I’ve got so much troubles on my mind
Refuse to lose
My nephews need new shoes
Plus they chew food like it’s goin outta style so blaow!
Take that n***a four way back
I’m always strapped like Nike Airs
It’s right here
Under the belt and one in the hand, n***a
Nothin to help I’m wanted with the feds
Anybody k**er for anybody’s scrilla
Anybody out there know anybody realer
Any amount of hunger make any n***a dealer
That’s why in your hood they feel us
I don’t walk around with a gun cause it’s the style
I’m walkin around with one cause I ain’t tryin to miss my child
‘Till my unborn son is born
I’m tryin to be around
‘Till then, listen to the sound, blaow!