came a long way from the trenches told my mama everything going to be okay just keep on smiling your son skippa going to be alright I'ma keep my head up high remember selling dimes bags of that gas postin on the eight niggas hatin on me for no reason and they still hatin on the man I'm just trying to come up on couple grand can't trust nobody these days so I stay out the way I'm trying to make to the top trying to put myself on top I gotta eat like it's Thanksgiving hand out plenty plates to the table make sure my family eat cause it's family ova everything foe postin on the block trying to make a come up and show out at the mall cash out on designer clothes drip when I walk thru the hood like air I'm everywhere ice on me give me the chill free my brother out that jam and rip to my brother rico padicko long live a legend understand we were close to each other it's that you not here with me talking about getting money and the music told me to stick with the music cause they go hate you regardless I'ma soldier was on the yard with them gorillas self made self paid nigga stay in my own lane I'm hot like chicken grease ain't no touching me