I've got so much troubles on my mind Refuse to lose My nephews need new shoes Plus they chew food like it's goin outta style so blaow! Take that n***a four way back I'm always strapped like Nike Airs It's right here Under the belt and one in the hand, n***a Nothin to help I'm wanted with the feds Anybody k**er for anybody's scrilla Anybody out there know anybody realer Any amount of hunger make any n***a dealer That's why in your hood they feel us I don't walk around with a gun cause it's the style I'm walkin around with one cause I ain't tryin to miss my child 'Till my unborn son is born I'm tryin to be around 'Till then, listen to the sound, blaow!