This is our bump in the road
There's no where to go, no no
You made your choice

[Verse 1]
Place, BK, what's the occasion
Party around the way
Who's DJin, of course K-Slay
Your favorite day of the week, payday
You fucking Remy, hold on, ay ay
She my sister like Brandy and Ray-J
Whats the name of your clique, Thug-A, Thug-A-Cation
Is that a gang, thats an organization
How many awards you won, bout a deuce
What's your name fool, Papoose, Papoose
The industry ain't prepared for us
They ask questions, they ain't understanding us
We be rapping over tracks that they scared to touch
Came to my show, everybody's hands was up
He was hiding in the basement, I was tearing it up
Talk slick now, I'm calling your bluff, "Hello"

Whenever you call me, I'll be there
Whenever you want me, I'll be there
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
I'll be around
[Verse 2]
Some like Scarface, I'm sitting in the Jacuzzi
One hand on my dick, other hand on the uzi
Shorty blocking the TV with her booty
Watching the 50 flick, them bootleggers sold me the movie
I'll be giving the grand for cheap usely
But tell em lil n***as go pawn their jewellery
It's the cash, y'all know what this is, throw me the stash
The words that I spoke unto light show me the path
The mother ghetto gave me a gun, told me to blast
Learn to pass, master my maths to flash
It's the The Nacirema Dream, the dream of life
I paid the price, spent through my nights, I need the light
Cops hold the keys to your chains, and read your rights
It's hard to get your mind to believe your life
This struggle keep me feeling doom, hoping these clouds will clear the moon
I heal the wounds, give my kids the silver spoon

This is a our bump in the road
There's no where to go, no no
You made your choice

[Verse 3]
Streetsweepers Entertainment, stay on the rise
O-Dog behind me Slay on my side
We don't stop for nothing, we stay on the grind
Every Wednesday, catch us on Shade 45
Every Thursday, catch us live on Hot 9
You can call me, my number 5-9 never mind
N***as say I'm lightning the ass, I say whatever
I weigh as much pounds as Floyd Mayweather
Listen homie I hit the bag, let's get together
I run these MC's like I'm tougher than leather
You really think your artist nice, he on the brink
Of becoming the next n***a, he a weak link
Put him next to me, if that's what you think
I make him look like shit, that n***a stink
They having battles with the jackass, I'm gonna creep
Saying yeah you better watch out for me with the mix, never call me
Whenever you call me, I'll be there
Whenever you want me, I'll be there
Even if I have to call, I'll be there
I'll be around