That's a light day The shit you doin', homie, I done all that twice I ain't never lived in the moment Busy tryna find another way to feel that rush Man, fuck the celebration, concentrate on gettin' bigger I'm tryna find a way to feed all these niggas Can

No matter what you say or what you do When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you Fuck these other niggas I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up (hold up) I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up

I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello} Look at these Niggas With Attitudes {Hello} And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello) The motherfuckin world is a ghetto Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal When

1985, I arrived 33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived We wasn't s'posed to get past 25 Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive All these niggas popping now is young Everybody say the music that they make is dumb I remember I was 18 Money, pussy, parties, I

No matter what you say or what you do When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side Till 3005, hold up Hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago Crew at my house and we party every weekend so On the

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin' back what's mine Laughing you motherfuckers can't

Get lit (Get lit) When the liquor get up in me I'm a motherfuckin' beast (When the liquor get up in me) Tell these niggas clear the streets (When the liquor get up in me) I'll be all up in my zone (When the liquor get up in me) I ain't never going home

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit I'm your brother shit, all that other shit It's too late for all that It's too late for all that, ayy Sick of these niggas (sick, sick) Whatever you did, it is what it is And I'm so tired (tired) I fuck with

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro