[Intro: Master P]
God forgive us for cause we do not know what we do
We only do what we see
The Gift, all my real n***as out there
No Limit forever, man
I told you it ain't over, I made these n***as
I'm back to get what's mine
This my life ughh
This my life, n***a
No Limit forever
Boss of all bosses
Godfather of this sh**, n***a
[Verse 1: Master P]
A little skinny n***a, call me underdog
Hangin' with my partners, parkin' our expensive cars
It's funny how the rock will change a n***a's life
Went to sleeping on floors to mansions f**in' overnight
Took grandma to the church, had to pay my tithes
A hundred Gs to the preacher, should've seen his eyes
My auntie cry every time when she sees me strapped
But these n***as will k** you, life is just one trap
Keep my pistol co*ked homie, I don't f** with cowards
Took my b**h out the hood, here's a million dollars
Put my trust in god, and I love haters
Cause every time they talk, n***a I get paper
Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends
Peter told Jesus he love him, then he did him in
[?] called this sh** last year, man this sh** funny
Real n***as will turn b**h over a little money
I thank God for my partner, my n***a Joey
Cause when I was hurtin', he ain't talk sh**
He said kitchen dro' it
[Hook: Nipsey Hussle]
Yeah, let's make a toast to this real sh**
And all the bullsh** we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
Rollin' up swishas to this real sh**
Still prayin' for the patience not to k** sh**
Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
It's no limit to this real sh**
[Verse 2: Game]
It's the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable
So it's nothing for me to kick in the door and f** with you
Tie you and your b**h up, then hop in the truck with you
You die on your way to the trap, the knife stuck in you
This next bar for Rihanna, I'm f**in' you
Gangsta, hit it doggystle with Chris Brown bumpin' too
Love b**hes, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope
Drove 'raris, parked Masi's crooked on Appalachian slopes
Ey yo P they ain't seen a cold n***a like this, B
These are the memoirs of the gold rope
Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke
Crazy motherf**er, my conscious stream Four Loko
Ice-T in them bricks, I been f**in' with CoCo
11 years old, I had a triple beam, before I had a G.I. Joe
Birds by the boatload, that b**h-life in a chokehold
It's hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho
Yeah, ain't no limit to this real sh**
Mastering them Ps since 12, it's time to k** sh**
[Hook]
[Outro: Master P]
Uh huh
Keep the credits rollin' n***a
This my movie, I'm the director
I told y'all n***as
Y'all have woke up the motherf**in' sleeping giant