Ni**a pick up the phone, ni**a. I just got back from back from my show, you woulda loved this sh*t, it was hella hoes, ni**a. Hella b**ches, I stacked my bread up though, ni**a, I think I'mma get this ring for Erica though, my ni**a. Yeah, I think she the one, I want you to be the best man and sh*t my ni**a, for real. Hit me when you get back my ni**a

Tell the streets I've been down for a minute

Chop it up and let my real niggas finish

Had the kitchen or the stove, pockets on swole

Choppin' up them O's, I was gettin' it on the road

I was ready for whatever man

I remember I was sellin' things

I let it go, I let it go

Said I was ready for whatever man

With some niggas, they don't ever change

I let it go, I let it go

Yeah, Cadillacs, Impalas, ni**a we ride Vogues

This for you p**sy a** niggas and you weak a** hoes

I candy coat it, triple dip it, ni**a, three times gold

Dip through in traffic, smoking d**e, like I don't see 5-0

License to spend it, I was livin' ignorant

Careful blocking, pop some shots just to impress my niggas

Insecure about my looks, wouldn't pop it with the b**ches

Rob and stole for diamond jewels, I thought I needed attention

Why I was starvin' for attention? All she wanted is my attention

All I wanna do is smoke and f**k her

Thug it out and keep sh*t undercover

Told myself that I would never love her

But I cuss her out, blow up her phone

Get mad if another ni**a touch her

Insecure and in my motherf**kin' feelin's

Thought that I was chasin' money, I was chasin' b**ches

But when the Lord gave me my daughter

Helped me paint the picture

Man all the sh*t I did, I'm blessed the streets ain't take a ni**a

Ni**a I stay

Ready for whatever man

And some niggas, they don't ever change

I let it go, I let it go

And I remember I was sellin' things

I was ready for whatever man

I let it go, I let it go

Bentleys and Beamers, Impalas, Caprices

I scope up Diego, my ni**a, we beepin'

My day run, we gang bang, we run off, we throw weight

I murder for my dogs, we eat off the same plate

We masked up, all my niggas masked up

Did a show in Brooklyn, niggas tried to get me blast up

Thought you was my ni**a, hate to see me get my cash up

Then some niggas hit me, hollows almost tore my a** up

Your shooters was some actors

Actin' a** niggas

Scared to squeeze the trigger, some amateur a** niggas

Used to hit the road and get stacks of them cash with them

Only time I let me know when you were stabbed in the back ni**a

I remember we was sellin' things

Came to you, I'd do whatever man

I let it go, I let it go

I was ready for whatever man

I remember I was sellin' things

I let it go, I let it go

And I was ready for whatever man

With some niggas, they don't ever change

I let it go, I let it go, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Cadillacs, Impalas, ni**a, we ride Vogues

F**k you p**sy a** niggas and you weak a** hoes

I candy coat it, triple dip it, ni**a, three times gold

Dip through in traffic, smoking d**e, like I don't see 5-0

License to spend it, I was livin' ignorant

Careful blocking, pop some shots just to impress my niggas

Insecure about my looks, wouldn't pop it with the b**ches

Rob and stole for diamond jewels, I thought I needed attention

Why I was starvin' for attention? All she wanted is my attention

F**k you b**ches

All my daughter want is my attention

All she want is my attention, yeah

So why am I starvin' for attention?

All she want is my attention, hmm

Starvin' for attention

My daughter wants my attention