Came a long way to a mansion cribI had roaches out my granny cribJumped into the streets on accidentPolice snatched me up they better not ask me shitI don't want no Quali I want some ActavisI bet that nigga won't lack againRemember I had them 2s and 10sPut me on child support you better not ask for shitOn my dead bodyI remember wakin' up and seeing a dead bodyAnd I can't go back on my word that's on my dead bodyDon't come to my funeral crying ova my dead bodyAnd I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybodyI remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy'sMy homie he the police he might be fed probablyThat's on my dead bodyYou ain't never been in a shootout with yo' homie he ain't shoot backNiggas don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strappedAlways tryin' to fix some shit where its loose atCouldn't get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose squaresTryin' tell my judge my story like who caresCan't explain the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son)Don't come outside when it's war I think you scaredWasn't in my life I tell my kids you deadKnow some niggas that'll snake their homies for some medsKnow some niggas that don't take care of their homies in the fedsKnow some niggas that took some gunshots to the headNo reaction and scream "gang gang" when I'm deadPlease be greater, don't please these hatersWhen that Bentley pouting, like please these gatorsI don't cry at wakings, I'ma grieve laterYou gon' believe me now, you gon' believe me laterYou ain't bleeding now, you gon' bleed laterWe don't buy 5s 7s, nigga we take 'emPereocet eater, I told Rex take 'emAnd that money change yaI told Rex thank youCame a long way to a mansion cribI had roaches out my granny cribJumped into the streets on accidentPolice snatched me up they better not ask me shitI don't want no Quali I want some ActavisI bet that nigga won't lack againRemember I had them 2s and 10sPut me on child support you better not ask for shitOn my dead bodyI remember wakin' up and seeing a dead bodyAnd I can't go back on my word that's on my dead bodyDon't come to my funeral crying ova my dead bodyAnd I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybodyI remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy'sMy homie he the police he might be fed probablyThat's on my dead bodyImma text my babesThey be drivin' me crazyMy three sons crazyMake my daughters ladiesTurn these thous to millionsGoin broke prevent itI be on my enemies101 percentageDon't fuck with no sucker niggasMy life I adjusted with itI snake you just to get itDon want die I keep my distanceWonder why I keep my pistolHad fame since we was littleKept guns from being bulliedCap guns to keep em [?]My teacher tried to push meI need them birds like [?]My bitch I love her pussyFor thirty thousand book meThey steady tryna book meSmoke a pound of cookieA designer junkieI done survived the jungleImma survive the struggleForever got ride with muscle[?]These ain't right act like they love meHomicide, homicide if a nigga touch meFacts, ohShame on you mean that's a shame on meGot fame on you mean that's fame for meIf you get 100 yea, that the same for meI'll forgive you for what you did just explain to meCame a long way to a mansion cribI had roaches out my granny cribJumped into the streets on accidentPolice snatched me up they better not ask me shitI don't want no Quali I want some ActavisI bet that nigga won't lack againRemember I had them 2s and 10sPut me on child support you better not ask for shitOn my dead bodyI remember wakin' up and seeing a dead bodyAnd I can't go back on my word that's on my dead bodyDon't come to my funeral crying ova my dead bodyAnd I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybodyI remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy'sMy homie he the police he might be fed probablyThat's on my dead body