[Verse 1]
Your n***a's whole life in the ashtray
Had to get in, took the back way
We got to be patient, no fast way
I ain't never call for the back pay
Gotta go it, roll it, then count up more trees
Bitches be fallin' at me, I got 'em on ease
Stacking this paper n***a, I'm tryna own tee
Applying this pressure, I cannot let 'em breathe
Pimp shit, gang shit
Walkin' through this motherfucker big me, Big Meech
Pour me a four, had to crush me a crush, well n***a love the mud and the peach
Plus my son coming up making beats
Put a n***a whole deal on my teeth
And this cash every time a n***a speak
Pull up, good nut on the sheets
Drop it, stop it my n***a, I'm out your league
Dissing a n***a, they really wanting me to leave
No matter if I'm here, now I live through my seed
Told grandpa I'ma go and get a B
Real shit, real shit, real shit
It me, my n***as forever
I ain't really with the settling, I ain't really with the meddling
I ain't really with the telling it
Know a n***a with rebelling it
And if you stop then I'm selling it
And this money got me celibate
[Bridge]
I done seen shit, be honest
Shit n***a like, shit that I know I ain't supposed to see in real life
Shit I know that shit
Shit that be on TV like
You know what I'm sayin'
Homies killing homies and
Homies robbing homies
Homies set homies up
That's why people laughing at us
You know what I'm saying, it's just part of life though
Fuck it

[Verse 2]
Tryna ease the pain with mary jane
Told my mama I was gonna get her everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Never ever fit a wedding ring
I was gon' pay that lil petty change
I swear that we all do some petty things
Dry nights turn to heavy rain
Fuck you n***as, I'm another lane
Shawty really playing number games
They really got us playing hunger games
Speak up n***a, quit the mumbling
The try to cage us 'cause we outspoken
Gave you everything to lose focus
Can't stay calm, keep smoking
Send a drive-by, watch me smoke it
[Outro]
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
I-I, I-I, I-I-I leave the studio every day
At least at six o'clock, six thirty you know
Sometimes like before three when I be in early
And I go home and my kids go to school every morning
And they see me come in and Melo look at me like
Like I'm proud, like you know what I'm sayin
I know, when my daddy leave again
I'ma cut my phone on and I'ma hear myself sayin', "Southside on the track n***a, yeah"
You know what I'm sayin'?
On everything
You know what I'm sayin', like
That lil n***a think he me
And that's like a blessing
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I don't think I'm a father
I think I'm my father's father