[Verse: Oliver] My dad a blood, my mom a crip Raw tripping Show them how we live Tell my real mama how it is (sh**) I'm been b**hing to some k**ers Bout' some things that I know Never been a repetition I could get it on the low [I seen a lot of things in the past two years And I won't ever forget 'em Really wish that I could Man I been around the hood] Only now and then do I see you And even then Things don't feel Right anymore I need more d** More love More money Way more money (honey I can't do it on my own) They ain't heard sh** in a minute from your boy I don't wanna go outside Don't make me I don't wanna come inside Don't make me[?] ???