Here I go again There I go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back on my feet right now Choppin' up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you faith but you niggas don't believe Lord, forgive them for they do not know what they do But God if you're listening Yes, Lord! I could still reach you Ten P's in the rental truck Trimmin' flowers in the Marriott with little cuz Send 'em off to Arizona, let 'em build a buzz Then get it back for triple the profit, help 'em split it up Ten years, been a minute, I was somewhere between givin' up and doin' a sentence God, if you existin', help my momma get acquitted If they plottin', then help me see it before they get the drop on me Probably coulda been a doctor, I'm fond of optometry Vision was like Martin Luther on the mountain peak Valley lows, I left home for more salary Smoke with O's across border patrol, casually Took notes and took control of it manually Hand to hand 'til it's white sands in the canopy Now follow me I'm too old to act childishly But every now and then I park the Beamer in the gallery Show off the paint for spectators and the faculty Same ol' niggas that said they proud of me Same ol' niggas that probably doubted me Who gon' work it out for me? There I go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back on my feet right now Choppin' up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you faith but you niggas don't believe