With all that bein' said, do you have any regrets about any of that?
No, absolutely not
It's nothing that I would change, I wouldn't
Yes, God's been good to me

Sometimes you lose your loved one
Told him you ain't really had time 'cause you booked and busy
Out here runnin' after money, you can't take it with you
Yeah
Family reunions, out here takin' pictures
I know we blood but it's been a minute
Last time that you seen me, I done turned this shit up
On your mental, how you really feelin'?
My mama still in her feelings, blame it on the liquor
She said for sixty-one years, she been stuck in Michigan
Used to have big dreams then it all ended
Then got pregnant with my brother, had to switch the vision
And my nephew, said sure to treat 'em like my sibling
You would think he learned from me, I hate that nigga sippin'
Expensive watches, diamonds shinin', you just ain't that simple
Pistol on me while I'm ridin', niggas plottin' to get you
Couple pros on my bus while I'm out here dippin'
Couple hoes wanna fuck her like I'm pitchin'
It's like I know what they want
But I just mind my own, play the game, let 'em go with they flow
Lowest retail with them jeans, if you know then you know
If I can go back with this knowledge, I had more than before
Fuck a check up on designer but my life still broke
On that syrup, fuck your credit, boy, you gettin' too old
The best number around, we loaded up on this here
That's for personal use, a rich junkie for real
I miss fuckin' her, I heard she got a kid
I come through blessings on blessings, I put them bitches in cribs
I put them bets on myself, if I lose it is what it is
If they had it in they size then I'd put my kids in Amiri
My nigga had his head down, I had to put some game in his ear
I hit the door, had to run 'cause it's money rainin' in here

Same money, same life, I just ain't famous as 'em
Got a brand new Benz, I'm out here danglin' it
I know you heard money talk, it ain't a thang that we said
And a Perk can't even fix the pain that I'm in
XXL, they say 'cause I'm changin' the game
White Bentley, this the platty, this ain't stainless on my wrist
I'm the plug best friend, put a thang on his head
And I burnt the Wock out, man, I'm stayin' on red

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah

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Writer(s): Marcellus Register