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