[Verse]

Dre was on some college shit

Reek, he had a scholarship

Now they up the F tryna survive and shit

Four niggas to a cell, them jails on some crowded shit

Why they gotta rot in there, I'm hoping they don't die in there

As bad as I want you here, I know it's reasons why you there

I can imagine you on your top bunk, lying there

Thinking about the shit that we did before you got in there

I hate to see you locked in there

I know that there's a better place

Stand tall and hold your water, never let the levees break

Tommy keep on boxing, I know one day you'll be heavyweight

Let me set the record straight: my house look likes it's Section 8

I barely had a first which means I never seen a second plate

Told my mom I'll move her out before she see them heaven gates

Before she see that graveyard, I'll make sure it's paid off

When I grow that money tree I know it'll bring shade dawg

Rather see Marquis play ball than see him laid off

Every night I pray for Tum, knowing that them days long

Hoping that he stay strong, hope he keep his head high

Wipe away my tears God we never met the deadlines

But everything gets better over time likes it's red wine (red wine)

Being broke, I never liked those days

Thought about it like "Damn, how my life gone change?"

Even though my nigga Don had some Pyscho ways

I still love him cause we was tighter than some micro braids!

My mom couldn't even wipe herself

She stopped washing, stopped shaving, she ain't like herself

I used to always want them sneakers on the Nike shelf

Nigga please you don't know how living trifling felt, I know how trifling felt

Every night I used to hustle them quarters

When it was time to take a bath I grabbed a bucket of water

My curfew, been passed, I was up on them corners

Making plays I was ducking from tourist, and watching out for explorers

I was the poorest, needed help so bad

We was all fucked up, and I felt so bad

Hated having company, my house smelt so bad

But I said fuck it, me and Coo we gotta bag this ratch

I hated fucking bitches

Cause my dick used to stink, and my ass smelled, like ass

I was the trash from the trash

Couldn't even take a bath, a lotta shit I didn't have

15, grabbed my first pair of Pradas from the ave

Yeah I love my nigga Coon, we be always in our bag

And I love my nigga Dot, although it's problems that we had

Shout out to my nigga Lil, told me focus on this cash

Anytime that nigga had it, he made sure we all had

Almost cried when I seen my nigga Arion

Laid up in that bed, almost paralyzed was terrified

Made me think about my life, I cherish mine

Swing on me, I'm swinging back just like I'm Barry Bonds

Niggas be the scary kind, that was never me cause all I fear is God

Tryna turn my crib into the Marriott

Bitches they ain't hear me out, never used to text me back

Fuck them bitches, now I'm bout my cheese ain't talking pepper jack