….You don’t know ’bout no lights no gas, can’t even use the stove
Cousin made the bul feel bad, I gotta use his clothes
Always been a sav, but now it’s time to use my jewels
Only way to get this scratch, I gotta use a tool
But I’m dope as the smoke that going to a users skull
And jail will slow me down, Sean introduced me to the scrolls
When I got out, still trappin’ at my momma house
Open the Quran and show any nigga that was lost
Little brother and my mother, any nigga that was close
Words so deep they look past the fact I’m packing soft
This gon’ last forever, so this the shit I rap about
Look like we havin’ fun, down a path ain’t shit to laugh about