Three jobs the boy been barely working hard
Need them big bands but Sam ain't even paid him yet
Never give it gotta get the bag hide my family stash
Sell a couple spend a few racks but where my money at?
Wish that I could have saw my baby eyes before He took him back
Know that daddy loves you hurt to miscarry the bag
Drinking heavy with no cap baby mom don't want em back
Did anything for a quick fix until them demons coming back
Sold dope but f*ck the crack felt my mind was slow to snap
How I get caught up with these niggas caught these leeches in my back
Now we in the bleachers in the back smoking splizzes until we crash
Gotta stay on the right path southside now where you at?
Rock Solid building brands so my people forever stand