See you been gone my whole life, like a game a cee-lo fulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino Brown, the whole town be shook up and me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nigga cook up Narcotics is masterd,seen them niggas you blasted wanting me in a casket,on the grind im faster Yea nigga i heard, lil moo gave me word you get parroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served We out here frontin,still dont care about nothin rollin in my double r and im trying to see sumpthin we aint never had came from a life of living,learn the tricks of the trade,shit shoulda been tought by dad But learned through the crew,thats just between me and you and once we lock this shit down, aint a thing they can do Meanwhile ill stay waiting by the phone hoping ill get the call, telling a nigga that you home.