Look, I need the best drinks
I love the best hos
I grow the best weed
And blow the best smoke
Mama, they love me from NY here back to Fresno
But they trying to bring your son
Down like the West Coast
Still instrumental on top of these instrumentals
I can say that we the same
But it's too hard to pretend to
You ain't been thru what I been thru
Man, I charge it to the game
It's cool, I got my incidentals
Bitch, I'm doing everything I planned to
I'm with a girl that's just too much for you to handle
my mans will squeeze the handle
And put you on a mantle
Respect a nigga doing everything that you can't do