Gods put me dis blessed position im thankful to him im living be kind an giving faith in dis world is missing to all doze listening im dreaming an wishing man up women need more hugs an kissing i airnt dissing a tattoed shotty on my stomach u love it the way i run it an gun it to all doze dat dun it i high above it dont u love it i cant get a nuff when tymes r ruff i kick bac analize da situation take a puff all da haters want me stuffed in dis drug game im playing i dont bluff dis is thug style i strut my stuff police persue me wit cuffs wanna put me in jail im a professional dat leaves no trail dey try to find me but fail inhale sum weed den xhale Gods got me on bail Ozees in a zip lock bag if i get caught im looking at a six year lag sumtimes i look for guidance from my real Dad i miss u man im grateful for da life we shared an had pass da henni roll up some more weed in a zig zag so i can escape all da pain an heart ache recognise da real from the fake u give an take more money to make i promise Dad i wont break all deze demons around me i just shake im still learning right from wrong your spirit is in me growing strong look at how far ive come along dont think dis is a sad song i will morun u till i join u how thugs say it cu at da cross roads wen im gone