Tell em bout Ricky
Tell em bout Sticky
Tell em bout Boguard, 2pac n Biggie
Tell em bout ya colors
Where yo momma stayin?
I hope her place of residence check good
Or else we gon be sprayin

Couple years later
Bet I still feel chaotic
Close to grabbin' good vibes
And spark it to my pleasure
The idol mind of man
Say fuck a marching band
Cause these drums we bangin'
Is comin for you and ya mans
Okay

Momma why you hate me baby?
Cause me and pop
We just ain’t be talkin' lately
My siblings got they own problems
And I Don't wanna be another problem
Okay

I am not a banger
Yet I feels like a stranger
To my own fuckin people
Can you see it through the peephole
A lot of shit ain’t all right
I be stayin up all night
Trynna find the meal ticket
So tell me are you really widdit ?

Okay