It take a certain type of man to teach, to be far from hood but to understand the streets.
Imma kill it I promise this, I know you mad.
She knows there's more to life, and she's scared of ending up alone
With a canvas I'm a group of seven. A migraine, take two Excedrin.
Off a cup of C.J. Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown and I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
Look at where I landed, you would think I planned it. I'm just doin me and you can never understand it.