Ayy Uh, uh I couldn't write about much 'cause it hurt mind Why does trying seem to buck me at the worst times? Ever since my mom was flying out of touch now Why you always see me high, it's hard to come down What's the run down? For my lost ones, we pour some out Some had bossed up and got gunned down Throw away the shame, I could dump out Through the range where you get to see the sun smile You gotta love loud See how we grew up, it was dumb foul Running got my shoes cuffed and my lungs wide Say my noggin too tough, but you was proud I got a lot to lose, trust ain't enough While the obstacles coming, had to duck down You got a lot to prove, I'm not in tune Living life chopped and screwed, not to fuck 'round Not one pound trouble, but I got the truth Copped another crown, uh Somebody is still at night Cool your beef, man Pick up the boxes in the corner Yo, Bob Marley special there Yo, so the songs are somebody outlook Oh, come, come, man, come here, man Come man, look at all this, young man, yeah