We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click We get that paper baby boy, it's easy You want to be who? You

Southern man Of a small town Raised on the ways And gentle kindness For this small town And he bowed His head to Jesus And he stood For Uncle Sam

I turned away just one too many times I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies. I looked away just one too many times I'm tired of pretending, that I'm not here, not here to die. This wasn't meant to be a love song, Matter of fact this one's about

All the haters, all the lovers All the people I ain't seen in too many years All the friends that are more like brothers All the faces in the bleachers Yeah this one's for the ones who got me here The ones that I drank all those beers with Made it

My man is my man is your man Bright ideas We got bright ideas Her, this her man too Her, that's her man I just keep him satisfied through the weekend You're like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend Make him lose his mind every weekend

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really

And now, the car bomb Yo, Re-Re, come on man, let's get the fuck up out of here, man I'm comin' baby, all right speedy I'm coming, damn! Took a motherfuckin' hour to get dressed I told you I was gonna be here over this motherfucker I wanna be in and out.

Is this a tool, can I step through, to find Another plane, Or just a shadow of a man Of weak, when you don't love yourself A superficial tool, to support the vanity, Are you my brother, you look like me, Trapped inside another world my lost twin Mirror

Can you love me again? I need to know now, know now Rising up to you! There's nothing I can’t do! Do this again, oh no! Know I’ve done wrong, left your heart torn Is that what devils do? Took you so long, where only fools gone I shook the angel in you!

I took a spliff this morning of The international herb It make I feel so groovy man (the international herb) It gives me inspiration in music man (the international herb) So that is why I cant refuse it man (the international herb) My bredren nuh love it