Oz, you're a big dog now Oz, it seem like every time a nigga need peace of mind You come around with this shit man. I'm-I'm back in G Herbo mode yo Man I ain't wrote a song in like a year, I had to get some shit off my chest I just seen my fucking homie lil brother lose his life on tape, type of shit'll make a nigga lose faith In the Lord, start to question, like his ass make mistakes Sorry God, I know you great, but I got too much on my plate And I heard my mom's bugging, living stressed every day And my girl start to tripping (?), I just stay from out her face Making Millies, but I'm still living stressed every day Still probably crack a smile, cause I'm blessed anyway I ain't tryna see today my last day, seeing days (?) In another man home where my son being raised Fresh home, I'm in the stu, but I ain't hung with him in days But I know he know I love him already, shit brazy Every fucking day he really growing, shit amazing Started off a grape, my heart turned into a raisin If I'm under pressure anytime, then I'm blazing Fuck that, I'm tired of gunfire, tired of raging Fuck that, shit, I hope I could die on vacation I used to wanna die like Scarface, then I watched Paid In Full and, I'm just tryna live like Ace did I might die in the booth like Jam Master Jay did Or get hit walking out, like my bro L'A did Fuck it, I'll die like Biggie: In LA, shit When I was young, I thought I'd go at least after I'm sixty Lost Kobe, I wanted to go out like Pimp C Me and Cap, we used to drop a fucking 10-piece, uh And you know we don't smoke no motherfucking skimpys (uh-uh) You know I'm right here with Wop, and we still breathing And you know it's one up top, cause we still grieving Yeah I put you at the top, I know you see my sleeve did 'Member nights when me and you would fall out on the block Sometimes it still feel like it's you when I fall out with Wop When the fuck we start popping out without them Glocks? Folks just told me 22's, we retired them mops Only a few niggas ready, everybody not (everybody not) I'm fighting cases, when the fuck I start to hide from opps? Go hit the range, you let off 6, and ain't nobody shot You rookie bitch, you flushed the clip, and ain't nobody shot (pussy) When it wasn't trendy, we was sliding up opp blocks (opp blocks) It was windy, we was sliding up opp blocks (we was sliding up opp blocks) Lil bro pop out dreadlocks, like a rasclaat (grrah!) Me and Wop was boxed in, it was Billy driving We fell out cause he crashed, he was supposed to be sliding Really I'm just reminiscing, I ain't even tripping Main thing we all here, we could've went to prison (fuck it) Glad I get the bigger picture, could've been illiterate Know me and broski broke bad, we had different visions then Yeah you know that broke my heart, cause we used to get it in I was focused but he wasn't, should've paid attention then If we gon' leave that shit behind us, I won't even mention then Blaming me when shit go wrong, I wasn't even with you then Shit I would've been ended then, my shit could've been finished then Let's just go back to the days we was in the Center then Fazo used to sneak me out, it was just me, him, and Tiffany then That was back to Jordan Fusions, I was tryna get the 10s We gon rock 1s from July to December then But you know I switch it up, fuck around, get some Timbs 6, 8, we at The Carter, fuck around, win a bench (?) Chico shooting too, so this ain't even 2010 I was throwing L's since a youngin', probably ten And if I had a second chance, bitch, I'd live my life again