Girls countin on me to be there like missin rubbers.
May your neighbors respect you, trouble neglect you, angels protect you and heaven accept you
It take a certain type of man to teach, to be far from hood but to understand the streets.
Young, dumb, lookin' in the mirror tryin' to figure out who Iām gonna be this year.
I got more than a thing for you, tattoo wit a ink for you right over my heart girl, I'll do the unthinkable.
The past which you carry in your purse is a gift and a curse when you goin' head first.