Nowadays I ain't happy to see the sun rise

Where do ghetto children go when they close they eyes

You never know, I done seen so many lost souls it's hard to stomach

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going undersea

This ghetto child is strictly down for making paper

Don't let these busters get to me, I put that on the g

My side where I reside as wild as the mug

Welcome to the city, no pity and no love

I'm seeing homies come and go

Watch it, faces fade

I'm barely getting paid

Licking ag with the braids

Gotta find a lick and put it down I'm too slick for 50

Six-2, runnin these holes through funky town

Now I'm just rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin

I'm just rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin

All right

I hit the streets when the day dims, it's like I had to be stressed

M11 in my trunk .44 in my lap

If I gotta I pills, a cat

Leaning in a Catalina Pontiac with photos, dana dangs and elbows

Hydraulics will make my shit straight, pancake front, back, side to side

Hi-tec boot, holding down the brake

Ounce of weed in the back with the m11 and I'm straight

It get dark at g.o clock, I scoop my sevens up at eight

One time has checked my plates, but I'm clean, I keeps my mug beans

Mobbing like the g as in gorilla

Nutty Mac on up for realer

You never see me quoting that old pretty ass shit

Six two is supposed to Vickies and the afro pic

While I'm rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin

I'm just rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin

Lord, please forgive me for my sins

See my homies really don't know, cause they ain't being where I been

I done had enough and it's here, little ghettos where I'm stuck fucking with scandalous ass hoes

Got my ways fucked up

Here's a little story, I ain't saying no names

A bitch played with my heart but I just stayed in the game

Told myself to never trust, all I know to do is break a hole and stay down with the hustle

I told you 30 joes come in handy, man

She supports your boy for life

That's why my hoes don't get treated right

I do, jeez a man

I make some call me mister, toothpaste cause I got split personality system

While I'm just rolling, smoking, drinking and equally thanking

Lord have mercy on me Lord please have mercy on me

Rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thanking

Lord please have mercy on me

Lord have mercy on me

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

I'm steady having dreams about these God forsaken streets

Paper chasing is the root of all mass confusion

I'm always on the scene gotta get it by all means

From the get go I stand about 6ft

Two inches high or so

Where this black black man headed?

Where will this black man go?

Been struggling all my life and ain't got shit to show

See these dead woods won't let us up out of this g h e t t o

I'm tired and I'm tired and I'm tired

It's cold on the outside the city's got me petrified

I catch a big wood slipping I gank it

It's all good while I'm rolling, smoking, drinking and thankin

Rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin

Lord please have mercy on me I ask the Lord to have mercy on me

I'm rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin

Please have mercy on me. I ask the Lord to have mercy on me