Who the *** is that? Yeah, bitch, it's me, it's me So humble, I'm so humble Hey, tell me what you gon' see when you lookin' back at your life Won't be worth a damn, you ain't livin' it right, uh-huh All we know is strike, learn to die for respect You make a lot of money, they admirin' it We gettin' bad-ass, playin' midgets here, what it is? If I don't fly, I do it, die, kill, or be killed Remember walkin', bangin' head with some terrible thoughts Intentions ain't work, tryin' to come up now I'm prayin' God bless me and this life I chose If it's a new bed, drop it, can't be ridin' the old one Since 12, I was out there raisin' hell to *** Middle of the crack era, tryin' to sell this *** Invade the fight pole, leave me and G's in there Hit the strip, fat burger, did my thing again All I do is kick back, blow gas and smile Premonition back when I was young and wild You still feelin' the effects of the *** we did Before what? Joy Dilla didn't get that big Where I'm from, it ain't glamorous, quite the different outcome You have a run, get indicted, they forget about him So much greatness, but not so many make you wonder how come It been that way since Huey, Newton, Martin, Malcolm I gotta grind down the hustle, I inherit it Plus the 101 drip that my daddy had Ay, tell me what you gonna see when you lookin' back at your life Ay, tell me what you gonna see when you lookin' back at your life Lookin' back at your life Ay, tell me what you gonna see when you lookin' back at your life Lookin' back at your life Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you lookin' back at your life Lookin' back at your life Front line facin' out with LAPD Only nigga ain't a gang member in me I'm certified through and through, ain't nothin' flow back then The nigga was talkin' *** in Houston when it sold back then And since it caught me slippin' lost my homeboy back then Some boss down to died after but never quite got back I heard they caught him, I'm thinkin' we could pay the bond I bet And then what, am I a maniac for thinkin' of that? Listen, my freedom on the line, yeah, I'm a square up in Cal But nigga lied to him, but I told him he really chill with a rack though We threw paperwork parties, showed mine on the yard In Gen Park, Coach Ball taught a class and all Was the only one from Georgia gettin' regular visits Flipped up a couple buses so my people could kick it Really did that, how the *** you live with yourself? Knowin' the only thing you ever did, you did it for self Ay, tell me what you gonna see when you lookin' back at your life Lookin' back at your life Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you lookin' back at your life Lookin' back at your life Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you lookin' back at your life Lookin' back at your life Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you lookin' back at your life Lookin' back at your life Lookin' back at your life Everything I say Is the truth And that's a lie And that's the mother***in' truth