I wake up early in the morning, back up on my bullshit Ratchet in my attic and I wish I had a full clip Imp is on my shoulder, as I'm getting older Chip is getting colder, brother's getting bolder A brother's getting wiser A brother wanna stack up his chips and become a miser This nigger turned niggard no standing outside a fire The picture's getting bigger ain't it The picture's getting bigger ain't it Hearken my words mofucka I learned this shit outside of a church mofucka I earned this shit with my work muthafucka At 25 was I irked muthafucka? You damn right I've been searching on this Earth for a damn light Went and found in my hands, reach deep inside my bones It was written all along, even when I'm all alone Don't matter where I found it but I gotta bring it home I'm good I'm good I'm good I'm good I'm good I'm good I'm good