Take a look at yourself, the mirror's revealing. If yeen got it, yeen got it the theory is brilliant.

Moment I stop havin fun wit it, I'll be done wit it.

Sweat pants, hair tied, chillin wit no makeup on. That's when you're the prettiest, I hope that you don't take it wrong.

How did I end up right here wit you after all the things that I been through. It's been one of those days you try and forget about take a shot and let it out.

I swear niggas be eyein me all hard and lyin to they girls and drivin the same cars

I'm urgin all daughters to kiss their mothers with those lips that all that lipstick covers. You never too grown up to miss and hug her.

It take a certain type of man to teach, to be far from hood but to understand the streets.