Yeah, yeah, I just wanna tell you somethin'

Somethin' about it, somethin' about it

Real nigga I come from this real shit

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Hey, you're something, this is the discussion

Daddy was a rolling stone and I was just a youngin

Mama she was broke and we ain't have too much of nothin'

Little sister cryin' dry your eyes girl I'll go hustlin' just to get it

Just dry your eyes oh dry your eyes

Even I'd do wrong to make this life go right

Loner, motherfuckin' stoner

Mama say my clothes they smell like resin marijuana

My reply is Mama, blame it on that corner

Puttin' food up on the table and some ache up in my order

Mama I'm a soldier,.44 by my scrotum

Promise you won't cry when I go sell that soap and soda

Oh no no