Raindrops on roses and

Whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettlesAnd warm woolen mittens

Brown paper packages

Tied up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things

(30, you a mothafuckin′ fool, nigga)

Raindrops on roses and

Whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettles

(Yeah)

And warm woolen mittens

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

I got plenty of this shit

Brown paper packages

Tied up with strings

I got plenty in my bag,

I got plenty in my holster

Plenty of ammo

These are a few of my favorite things

Big long like... you know

What I'm sayin′, but I'm really...

My kids be listenin' to my shit,

Now, I be havin′ to dumb

That shit down, yeah

Yeah, my daughter asked me

What a drug dealer was

I said me, uh

When the lawyer asked me

What a fuckin′ killer was

I said me, uh

When the bitch asked me

What a real nigga was

I said me, haha, yeah

Overseas in a yacht,

They askin' who it was

I said me

I get high if it′s the

Right amount

(Yeah)

I get a buzz checkin'

My account

(Alright)

I get tipsy eatin′

Red pussy

(Tell 'em)

I stay drippin′

'Cause the feds lookin'

(Tru)

Teriyaki on my portobello

So many rides at the house

Look like a fender bender

Slept on the futon,

I know hard remember (Lord)

I ain′t have no work

Done like Kendall Jenner

Got my first plug around 19

Saw someone shot when

They should have been fighting

Yeah, I′m on the top, icing

Maybach truck, enticing

Somethin' prestigious, precisely

Lookin′ within just to sightsee

I see you lookin' sharp, lightning

My past is really dark, frightening

Yeah, yeah, my daughter asked

Me what a drug dealer was

I said me, uh

When the lawyer asked

Me what a fuckin′ killer was

I said me, uh

When the bitch asked

Me what a real nigga was

I said me, haha, yeah

Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was

I said me

I just lost my count

Countin′ blessings

12th grade I got locked

Up for possession

I tried to call God, but

He ain't answer (Hello)

Sent me to voicemail,

He pressed cancel (Damn)

Load the AR for temper

Tantrums (Yeah, yeah)

A round hit a A&R, damn,

Son (Yeah, yeah)

She know she is a snack

Like concession (Snack)

I used to sell crack out

The detention (I did)

Had a MAC-11 at Burger King

Me and Steph gon' turn this to

A murder scene (Bow-bow, bow)

Talkin′ no beef, no pork and bean (Nah)

Serve you Young Dro,

Make your shoulder lean

Morphine dreams in the ER (ER)

Got her a BBL down in DR (DR)

This shit here real as hell, no VR

When the light bill up

And down like a seesaw

Uh, yeah, yeah, my daughter

Asked me what a drug dealer was

I said me, uh

When the lawyer asked

Me what a fuckin′ killer was

I said me, uh

(Raindrops, roses)

When the bitch asked

Me what a real nigga was

I said me, haha, yeah

(Raindrops, roses)

Overseas in a yacht,

They askin' who it was

I said me

Think I was born

Trapped in my system

(Was I?)

′Cause I was raised

Around the packs

And the pistols (Bow)

On her knees so long

She tore her meniscus (Wow)

Been a long road,

Check the distance (Road)

Rest in peace, tats the initials

Put it in black and

White like officials

Dope cases messin'

Up hoop dreams

All you know is get

Money is the routine

(Raindrops, roses)

Used to want birds

Like Larry (Swish)

Used to keep the white

Like Barry (Ayy, raindrops, roses)

It was my oblige like Mary (Blige)

Had the J′s at the

End like Terrance

Vibin' on the terrace

With some red wine

I be gettin′ started 'round bed time (Tru)

It's either fed time

Or it′s state time

If you don′t make time,

Better take time

What up, what up world

Man I'm so tired of these

Niggas, calling everyday

Complaining,

Man I ain′t got nobody

Out here but me my nigga

You know what I'm saying?

Man I need help my nigga

I′m tired of that shit man

Dawg, some of these niggas

Complain when they got work

And they complain when they

Ain't got no work

Nigga you blockin′ your blessing

Nigga

Know what I'm sayin'?

I hate that whole negative ass vibe

Quit calling me with that negative shit

My nigga

Dawg look, man I had kidney failure

Nigga

Three days a week I get dialysis

They stuck two big ass needles

In my arm nigga, that shit be hurtin′

Like a motherfucker. you don′t hear me

Complainin' nigga

I′m out here gettin' it nigga

Goin′ to work everyday

Ten toes down, taking care of

My responsibilities

Don't call me with that shit nigga

The light bill people don′t listen to

That typa' shit

The rent people don't listen to

That typa′ shit

So I′m not gonna listen to that

Typa shit

So if you ain't got some positive shit

Lose my number nigga

Lose my mother fuckin′ number