YeahYes, sirCertifiedPaint the cityStreet musicDJ TroubleAll my niggas made it out the trapAin't no going back, niggaYeah, niggaYeahTalk my mind, we rich foreverMade it out the slums, now it's better*, we good, yo' son, got a lil' cheddarMotivate the felonsMotivate the kids in the ghettoWay to 50, point and sit inside that bezelGotta do it for the trenchesDo it for them niggas that be gettin'Went from nothin' to a brightlin' than a richStrikers on those sixesSpeed from the cops, talk the glitzKnow it's motion when you gotta wipe the skidsGotta wipe the kitchenGotta ice the pussy, niggas hissin'Niggas hoes, I see men turnin' to bitchesAin't dependin' on no niggaDependin' on no plug, I gotta get itI'm with cuz, we them realest niggas in itBeen dug in fed charts, runnin' up a checkThat paper comin' fast, I keep runnin' up in sacksThey be talkin' wet, so I just bought a newAnother jack, when that * a takin' twoCan put 200 on your neckBut nigga, ain't no goin' backYeah, nigga, ain't no turnin' backI said, ain't no turnin' backYeah, nigga, ain't no turnin' backMade it out the slums, nigga, ain't no turnin' backGot it from my mama, nigga, ain't no turnin' backHad to tell my kids that he can't be goin' backPauly's got the hood hot, so he ain't been goin' backNigga, ain't no turnin' backTreat my niggas like my brothers, cuz I'm loyal to themBought a watch before her house, cuz that's a trophyFor her, for her, for herStill ain't never dug no rack, them niggas know we goneJuttle, if I'm good, we all good, and you can hold me to itLookin' like we playin' ball, and we was sellin' packsSayin', * the rap gang, cuz they acceptin' racksWe're present down in Roxy Pills just to sell them backJump on 75, doin' 90 miles, damn backAin't gotta take another risk in the out-of-stateAin't gotta slam another plug when we out of payTook my bitch up out the hood, now we by the lakeUsed to cry visitation, now she cryin' raceYeah, nigga, ain't no turnin' backNigga, ain't no turnin' backI said, ain't no turnin' backYeah, nigga, ain't no turnin' backHeaded out to slums, nigga, ain't no turnin' backGot it for my mama, nigga, ain't no turnin' backHad to tell my kid that he can't be goin' backPauly's got the hood hot, so he ain't be goin' backNigga, ain't no turnin' backAfter thisYou know it's no turnin' backBright lights, big city, man on outMr. Thanksgiving*