I came in that house with blood on my hands My momma just blinked She ain't yell, she ain't scream, she ain't panic Did none of the above, just took me straight to the sink That super kind response got me kinda scared Like what the fuck could be goin' through my mama head? Maybe she knew about the box that's behind the bed Washin' blood off my hands, don't know if it's mines or theirs I know she hear my heart beatin' 'cause I could hear it Whatever she got to give I gotta wear it "What the fuck? How the fuck? Why the fuck?" I could hear it… but she ain't say shit But she accepted my ways Or told herself for the last time I wouldn't change We was doin' about 90 with the easy pass These highways assist you to death, that's just a easy pass They said follow your heart but I don't love much And bring the party to me 'cause I don't club much Standoffish, but fuck it, stuck in my ways and shit Amazin', trickin' always turn a good one to a crazy bitch I ain't stopped rollin' since the bud came And I ain't had sleep since the buzz came More money more problems, you would probably think I love pain It be so much hate, damn, I forgot when the love came So much shit to do, I need a longer day Road to riches, sometimes it feel like we took the longer way Friends seemin' few and made a left, coulda kept goin' straight Some pit stops for pussy, met some enemies along the way I never forgot about nothin' that happened I just roll another blunt, I try to push it to the back They asked me how I'm doin', I tell 'em cool Same old, same old, a lil this, a lil that And if I never make another dollar I'll have a pocket full of pride And if you ever got a gun to head You tell that mothafucka look you in your eyes A little Sprite, a little codeine Went away but I did it for my home team Them past stories new nightmares, whole dreams Grippin' the strap, thinkin' lay 'em flat, bumpin' old Beans Apologies won't clean up my fuck ups The work, the traffic, the niggas that we stuck up Momma talkin', be wishin' Momma shut the fuck up The hood got hit soon as I left, I guess I lucked up But pray for me, I still sin a bit Can't be scared to lose if you try and win a bit We be out of town now, foreign faces, women, chicks The value spot, chicken chop, Teriyaki dippin' shit And if I never make another dollar I'll have pocket full of pride And if you ever got a gun to your head You tell that mothafucka.. I never forgot about nothin' that happened I just roll another blunt, I try to push it to the back They asked me how I'm doin', I tell 'em cool Same old, same old, a lil this, a lil that And if I never make another dollar I'll have a pocket full of pride And if you ever got a gun to head You tell that mothafucka look you in your eyes