Intro:
Yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah
When you make it to this other side
Yeah, yeah
Look!
Verse:
Walked in church with a bunch of k**ers
I'm Michael Jackson looking like Thriller
Donkey looking like he Paul
Bam Bam, Chino been a dog
Whoa!
I'm about to lose my mind now
Racing, pacing, elevation, spacing
Really, really, really on my grind now
And I gave y'all too much of this
And you can't seem to get enough it
Everybody want to get some out
And they ain't even put nothing in
Excuse me I'm not your average rapper
Naw Naw I don't have limits
And I can't say I came from nothing God made me in his own image
Roman noodles and a pack of wieners
That boy don't know the struggle
Full blooded pits in the backyard
Cars parked in the mud puddle
Sunday evenings at Bernstein
Park jumping like trampolines
We gon' wait till' it get packed
Then pull up just to make a scene
Air forces 1, Pair of J's
Same pants for four days
Too embarra**ed to even go to school
So he dropped out in the sixth grade
Got to play the cards he was dealt
But he ain't even get a spade
Ain't too much to smile about
So he getting off if he feel played
Somebody please pray for him
He on his knees and he need help
He never seen nobody make it out
So he having doubts trying to take a step
And he won't sell rocks
He made a promise without that he gon' pop
And we he make it to the other side
He won't stop eating Roman noodles
Amen x10