Outlaw back on the track Tryna make the best rap hittin that beat and smokin this grass I don't ever drag, I try an make hella cash people say they got stacks, I ain't never looking back, I'll come out this bitch with a bag, hard not to brag, I get home and take a nap, wake up and do another lap, people tryna be like me, I ain't never been like that, smoke some weed and relax G People tryna come at me like they own me, if u ain't roll with me than u ain't hungry, make life as it is and stop tryna be wanna be's, Think I won't grind and make some money, You think u got a badass hunny, bitches think they funny My days are never cloudy only sunny motha fuckas tryna out run me people think they out stun me I just stick to my tracks like I stick to my raps you think I'm bad but my own music makes me u mad, i went 18 whole years without a dad, tell me that i ain't sad, but I'm glad I grew up where I did cause unlike him I can live, everything that man told me was a fib, even when I walked into his crib, the stupid shit he did, even if its counted as a sin, He thinks he wins, I hope that motherfucker tries again, I'll hit him so hard his head will fuckin spin, I'll never say I can trust him, the years to come and the years its been, he's probably back in the pin, enough with the dad that's insane and can't live like his last name, now all I gotta say is nahhh momma fuck that pain, I'll walk on that stage and graduate, he ain't got shit to say, so come on mom let's end the day, while he finds a place to stay, fuck him and his coward ways....... Bitch better pray Bitch better get away Fuck him and his day. Aye cuzzzooo where's my J.