I'm the type to say a prayer and then go get what I just prayed for.

That was your bad, how could you pass up on em? He just take them records and he gas up on em.

I got a lot of friends that come up off the strip for me. The same ones that'll come up off the hip for me.

When raindrops hit the tin roof it's crazy. That's a metaphor, did I lose you baby?

I need you to rescue me from my destiny, I'm tryna live right and give you whatevers left of me.

Me, my niggas and some Madonna hoes that look just like virgins but trust they down to go.

I made mistakes, I made some bread. I even made a way for them to get ahead.