Came a long way to a mansion crib
I had roaches out my granny crib
Jumped into the streets on accident
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
I don´t want no Quali I want some Actavis

I bet that nigga won´t lack again
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
On my dead body
I remember wakin´ up and seeing a dead body
And I can´t go back on my word that´s on my dead body
Don´t come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
And I ain´t gon´ pick you out I´m talking ´bout everybody
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy´s
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
That´s on my dead body

You ain´t never been in a shootout with yo´ homie he ain´t shoot back
Niggas don´t try me when I´m by myself ´cause I´m too strapped

Always tryin´ to fix some shit where its loose at
Couldn´t get none to eat where I´m at I sold loose squares
Tryin´ tell my judge my story like who cares
Can´t explain the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son)
Don´t come outside when it´s war I think you scared
Wasn´t in my life I tell my kids you dead
Know some niggas that´ll snake their homies for some meds
Know some niggas that don´t take care of their homies in the feds
Know some niggas that took some gunshots to the head
No reaction and scream "gang gang" when I´m dead
Please be greater, don´t please these haters
When that Bentley pouting, like please these gators

I don´t cry at wakings, I´ma grieve later
You don´t believe me now, you gon´ believe me later
You ain´t bleeding now, you gon´ bleed later
We don´t buy 5s 7s, nigga we take ´em
Pereocet eater, I told Rex take ´em
And that money change ya
I told Rex thank you

Came a long way to a mansion crib
I had roaches out my granny crib
Jumped into the streets on accident
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
I don´t want no Quali I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga won´t lack again
Remember I had them 2s and 10s
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit

On my dead body
I remember wakin´ up and seeing a dead body
And I can´t go back on my word that´s on my dead body
Don´t come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
And I ain´t gon´ pick you out I´m talking ´bout everybody
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy´s
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
That´s on my dead body

I´ma attached to my babies
They be drivin´ me crazy
My three sons crazy
Make my daughters ladies
Turn these thous to millions
Goin broke prevent it
I be on my enemies

101 percentage
Don´t fuck wit no sucker niggas
My life I adjusted wit it
I snake  you just to get it
Don´t wanna die, keep my distance
Wonder why I keep my pistol
Had fame since we was little
Kept guns from being bullied
Cap guns to keep em fully
My teacher tried to push me
I need them birds like Wukey
My bitch I love her pussy
For thirty thousand book me
They steady tryna book me
Smoke a pound of cookie
A designer junkie
I done survived the jungle
Imma survive the struggle

Forever got ride wit muscle
[?]
These ain´t right act like they love me
Homicide, homicide if a nigga touch me
Facts, oh
A shame on you mean that´s a shame on me
Got fame on you mean thats fame for me
If you get 100 years, that the same for me
I´ll forgive you for what you did just explain to me

Came a long way to a mansion crib
I had roaches out my granny crib
Jumped into the streets on accident
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
I don´t want no Quali I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga won´t lack again
Remember I had them 2s and 10s

Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
On my dead body
I remember wakin´ up and seeing a dead body
And I can´t go back on my word that´s on my dead body
Don´t come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
And I ain´t gon´ pick you out I´m talking ´bout everybody
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy´s
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
That´s on my dead body