all you see is a white ground
nigga tellin' me to pipe down
Pops wanna know I go hard on him,
Won't put that pipe down,
Both of your baby mamas got smoked
One killed by the police,
the other robbed for sellin' coke
Your junior dead, that's more problems
Sons raised with no mamas
Caused me to have no father
But some shit I can't understand
My brother buried, my mama's married
But she buried right up under him
On the road to the riches,
my load got shanked in Chicago
My nigga dropped a mixtape,
when the Grammy haters died slow
It's the realest shit that I ever wrote
Only real shit that I ever spoke
Summertime in L .A., sunny days,
all you see is a white ground
nigga tellin' me to pipe down
Pops wanna know I go hard on him,
cause he won't put that pipe down