come home

yeah

you ever seen your momma crackin'

she was short on havin' rent

i done seen my partner die

he was tryna be a crip

i'm ok with gettin' money

i ain't gotta be the man

i be the man to help the man be the man

thousand dollars for these gucci pants

a different era

i don't shake no hands

you don't get no kills

then you don't eat

just cause you kiki with me

don't mean that you me

i pray to god that my young niggas been chartin'

i feel like dezzy

how we came up from apartments

my uncle told

twenty