I aint double clutching for nothing
Im headed straight to the paint
Im going hard like ya momma
On the way to the bank
When she rocking a faux paus
And you think its a mink
Im just spreading that vibe
For all the people who cant
This is for the goodtimes people
The goodtime people
Yeah the good die young
But dontcha rush to the steeple
I remember back my momma cleaning my eyes with spit
Shelly was the shorty next door with the creamy skin
Riding Green Machines playing cops and indians
Had the games mixed up but you know we would get in
This is when my brother was alive on Madison
On that day I wouldve rode but he was Superman
I be feeling like a punk cause Im missing my closest kin
The hammer in the trunk shouldve been inside my hand
Im giving a vision Im hoping feeling you people is sitting
And willing to listen to all of the killing im giving in lyrics
Im bringing my people a helluva of mission
I remember back when crack would ruin homes
Just one inch and poppa moved on
Yes We contenders and momma we groove on
Like atomic dog inside a big storm
Sometimes my voice heavy Xing all norms
I wish I could save everyone who eventually gone
But momma said watch what you wishing for
Its plenty people live who struggling and poor
Yo Granny in the sky whatcha weeping for
Cause she the only one who understood yo boy
Growing up in the hood when thugs would chase me home
But my first real fights with the ones who gone
Learning how to bob n weave cause when big bro gone
Every body challenged me while he in group homes
I done been through more stuff than my momma know
Thats why in her presence its a somber tone
I done learned life lessons is a blessing you get
And I love living this aint no time to split
I done learned life lessons is a blessing you get
And I love living this aint no time to split