He push weight same way that I push pens
A 100 Oz on the table, homie took 10
Flip 5 by the end of the monthDry by the 15th so the kid′ll re up
I was tryna hit an open Mic, homie on the corner like
Day and night, but we both tryna get our paper right
I admired the flash he presented
He looking like cash get ass from plenty women
But little did I know his admiration was reciprocal
Every time I passed him, some bars I'd spit a few
Homie told me stick to the rhymes and I was outta here
Don′t become a product of environment like I have did
I remembered every gem he was dropping
And not stopping that's word to the Tims I was rocking
Kept em' on the street like my homie til′ this very day
It′s many ways to hustle and getcha paper straight
Still remember homie from the block
Shit he still there right now
Peace forever fam, yo
Top 10 best head that I ever had
And number 1 when it comes to the better ass
Soft skin, mean strut over confident
A little too much to handle for any common men
I had to bag it, was better than I could imagine
Ready to tag it before the lady remove the fabric
Now my head is fucked up like she do voodoo magic
Turning me out could eventually remove the savage
Tried to turn it to something that could be ever lasting
Could we take this any further she was never asking
Told me use my music to reach the top first
Somebody is gonna be happy with me, but not her
But when we intimate this shit is still ridiculous
And even though she into it, it seem to be polygamous
Did a gig, afterwards my homie hit the strip club
Shorty on the pole, eyes closed getting tipped dubs
I still remember when that nigga called me like
You remember shorty you was fucking
That bitch at the club right now getting tips up her ass crack yo
Even though my family drastically in the poverty
My parents pushed me to be better honestly and obviously and I'ma be
Greater than the star as far as I can see
Until nobody I know can go bar for bar with me
They had habits that we know went beyond some weed
But when I drop a CD my parents copping 3
My momma′s only regret, she never seen me perform
Before she died in the heat of the storm
So in memory of her, I'll be keeping it going
And build a buzz bigger than a fucking killer bee swarm
And my pops still supportive the energy I absorb it
And give it back to the world in dominant proportions
Shout out to the homie still hustling and flipping
And shout out to the bitch still fucking when she stripping
Each of y′all kept me out the streets never doubted me
And shout out to my parents cus I know you gon' be proud of me
Love y′all
I love myself too
Ya'll kept me on the right track and that's peace
