Don't try to tell me bout my self, Neva could get thru to my soul
Soft bottom makes a harder head, yet Neva could do what I was told
Two by the foot one at the head, yea them coat blanket nights was so cold
I lose my mind I look ahead, units sold my future truthful Neva could know
Ma used to say I was the sweetest child, wonder how she see me now
From sneaking out, family sleeping sound seven deep at papa G's house
Me, Zel, D.R.E sliding down O.G.B running flee routes
Pierre, Trel, D.O.G. Dog shit OG that pack show me what that weed bout
I denounce, it's a gateway to the gorge, but I'm in the deep now
Ate eight Oxys tryna soar
Woke up throw up terrains the bathroom floor
Oh f*ck close cut to faded from a buzz like army dorms
Had to ask myself what you doin
Couldn't count on chips off the knicks like Patrick Ewing
Maybe should've focused more on schooling
Instead it was me Burdi, Brewer skipping class, blowing gas, blasting young scooter man
Young hooligans, screaming you draw down on the you best shoot it then
You try to roll righteous on the road of unruly men
Lord forgive my faults I'll fall into again
Till when, I get ahold of myself
Till then pen prescriptions if you feel I'm missing this is proof that I'm well
Don't try to tell me bout my self, Neva could get thru to my soul
Soft bottom makes a harder head, yet Neva could do what I was told
Two by the foot one at the head, yea them coat blanket nights was so cold
I lose my mind I look ahead, units sold my future truthful Neva could know