Uh-huh, SantananI like that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that's hotnI like that, yeah who are you? SantananShit is crazy mannWhy'all think niggaz don't cry? We donYeah, man I gotta get my thoughts together, I be thinking a lotnLight up a blunt, think of a rhyme sometimes toonBut it's like yo...zone outnnThe time is now, my grind is here shitnMy body is focused, my mind's in gear, let's start itnI'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the racenBefore it started damn, cold-hearted mannRip apart your man, for that green dollarnPlain reppin' my target, stay and hollanShoot and move from where ever my targets landnDamn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleepnIt's really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleepnHolding the heat, cold sweat all over my sheetnThat's why I paint the most vividest picturesnMy niggaz my bitches in the same position I live innNo oil and hot water, just boiling hot waternCooking coke, to the oil and hot water, shitnBut who am InnI lived the life of a loner, with a righteous personanBut still sold crack right on the cornernMy life consist of, a big puzzle that's mixed upnBig bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it's big cuffsnBig bailor gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucksnI need to find another road to follownOne that's new and strong, not old and hollownAs I hold this bottle and smoke this reefeernListening to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn...nAnd a tear comes trimbling downnNever seen a man cry, well you witness it nownShit, this isn't game from the heart, this pain from the heartnThis is for you Dame, it came from the heart, sonnMomma, I just want you to knownI'm in love with you so, if you wasn't here I'd be in love with you soulnMy angel, mommy I'd die faithfulnJust knowing someone tried to violate younI'll slide eighths through the side of their facialnSqueeze and rip apart a side of their facialnI'd take a slug, eat a bullet, swallow a gunnShit, you gotta know I'm your sonnDamn, this type of love, could only come from a sonnHold up mommy, I'm twisted I'm drunk...listennnYeah, but it's more then the liquor and weednYeah it's more then the liquor in menShit, I gotta get it togethernI was falling off, with drunk words and sober thoughtsnSo, I'm still speaking the truthnAnd what I'm still speaking is truth, this is your younger sons speaking to you