themselve expose my family's eyes and my image size that limit's the skies So I stay high like my raps do Why you fly low puff the post like steel then
make ya pay No fun in LA, or Long Beach, or compton, or Watts Wherever I lay my head down to sleep Thanking God for my children and my soul's at peace
[Guru] Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a Monday Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound Then
loot they refuse to give [x4] [Cheeks] I'm just ya Ordinary Guy get high make my trees do my things handle my resposi-bilities and I swing with my peeps
no jacket on my back But I got my Tim's on my feet when my life broke across me back against the wall I'm lookin for my enemies I'm searchin for them