Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can Fresh out of jail, made another milli' And bitch, don't think I changed, 'cause I didn't I'll still'll hit a nigga with that glizzy If rap don't pop, I'm back to stealin' identity Credit card fraud, I'm

So, say something, I'm not holding back Before the scene we made goes and fades to black Sometimes, it's one thing And next time, it's nothing It's more than mistrusting It ends up just crushing me Stop with the fighting I know it's the right thing I

Semper fi tattooed on his left arm In the back that says U.S.A. With WD Forty and a Craftsman wrench He ain't prejudice he's just, made in America Spends a little more in the store for a tag He won't buy nothin' that he can't fix My old man's that old

I had to cut lil' mama off, now we back on They think I'm still selling soft like his bag gone I was gone for a minute, now it's back on I'm self made and independent, yup, black on I'm self made and independent, yup we black on

Hey hey hey The sun is shining on my face And everythin' will be okay It's a fact, yeah I made it back, and This time I'm here to stay Bad days behind me My baby beside me I feel my luck starting to change

Justified obliteration, no one cares anymore The Messiah part mass murderer No controlling who comes through the door A culture made have covered us Where leprosy touch their flesh Fall back with meetings and rendezvous The vultures have come home to

She's got me runnin' round and round Oh oh, oh oh Even sweeter than a honey on a bumblebee She tastes like the sunshine kissing me She said honey if you want you can come with me Your touch has made me a believer Your love is all I ever needed And she's

Me, got it out the mud, they respect that Me, always spread the love when I get back You, got your hand out, that's a bitch move You, always complaining like a bitch do Me, still right here with who I came with Me, self-made, my circles on the same shit

You're the only one Take me back To where we started from Like we made it then This ol' heart ain't gonna break your heart again The only one Can we make it now I found out the hard way And I'm never gonna break your heart

All the way down the Telegraph Road A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he