27 years How did I get here? Hod'd I make it here? Last year was supposed to be the greatest year Look at me, I'll never be the same again I used to dream 'bout this rap sh** Whipping my mama's SUV through them backstreets Hit the WalMart late at night, had to shoplift the dipes and the wipes Made decisions like that one, like that Listen to rap songs, make me want get out here and get some racks huh I can't get enough I'm never satisfied Oh Lord, oh Lord, got some many questions Oh Lord, oh Lord, I need joy, yeah Wo-ooo-ah Wo-ooo-ah Wo-ooo-ah, alright!