[Verse: Ricky Hil]
Mama
They said they pain on
And i know there
And they came home (nothing matters, nothing really matters)
Outta no where
They say they pain long
And they keep going
And you can't explain
Where it come from
And it leave your vein
And it hit the floor (hit the floor)
It leave your vein (hit the floor)
It hit the floor (it hit the floor)

Is it impossible, or improbable (yeah)
That i could overcome these obstacles
Is it unlikely, or not like me, to be philosophical
Well fuck it then get this bitch suckin' then, like a popsicle
Smoking like a rasta, eatin pasta, til my stomach full
I can eat a whole bowl full
Then play me a sample, it sounds soulful (huh)
I'm a handful, ima give her a mouthful (yeah)
Whachu know bo
Yeah i smoke weed everyday
Everyday i ride Chevrolet (everyday)
Ima rollin stone, thats what my mother say
Yeah, if you need me then i'm right here
Sitting on the steps, sippin on a light beer (chyeah)
Underrated thats what we are
My friend OD'd in the ER
Back home we fuck hoes from the DR
And PR so this'll be our
Greatest [?] night i might crack the cigar
OJ i sound good on the guitar
I know that i make it look easy
And i understand, that they need me
But i'm hungry, i'm greedy, you gotta feed me
I'm silver Hil like Eddie
So when they see me
[?] patches like