[Featuring Sean Lett]
Intro: Common
Yeah one two bless
Yeah yeah check it
I got my mellow Sean Lett
He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style
Eighty seven you know the bidness check it
Chorus: Common Sean Lett
After eight years of my life of smoking and drinking
The world keeps spinning so lately I've been thinking
After eight years of my life of smoking and drinking
The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking
Verse One: Common
Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet
Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I've adopted
Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be game
Hoes in the stable, none do I claim
Niggaz with nothin to shoot for, at they only aim
Gramps in the choir singin it's gonna rain
in the midst of precipitation, I make the power
manipulations, so my offspring'll be straight for generations
Got connections in the nation
To incarceration, to general population
More lyrics than Jason, look me in the face when you speak to me
You got a tattoo? Bitch youse a freak to me
Seeking the, good sess material
Asking when's my next video
Bitch get a job and get your ass in somebody's university
Enroll your youngun in a nursery
And cleam him up, comb his hair, cover yourself
You want a man to love you you ain't loving yourself
I'm discovering wealth watches wisdom in ways
To make it in the last days, now bring it on
Chorus
Verse Two: Sean Lett
I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world
Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl
Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child
I want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on Stoney Isle
Better school her, so presence is y
