I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds

I am your family tree I know your A to Z This is a secret proposition lay your hands on me I see your hands are shaking but My heart is breaking me down Not gonna talk about darlin', its so neighborly I tell you now that I don't understand Why everybody

How can you ever sleep a wink at night, Pretending that everything is alright, Never in my life have I seen someone On and on and on and on it goes, You're the rotted root in the family tree. We're taught unconditional love, That blood is thicker than

Fuck what happens tonight, I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me, Death row Jamaicans murder your family Fuck what happens tonight I've got my gun on me Fuck all that ho shit Fuck all you fuck boys

You gotta dig your roots And get a little more dirt on my boots 'For the sun comes down Show some love back to your hometown Fall in love, plant some seeds Carve some names in the family tree Raise your kids, love your wife Put God first, just to live