My Southside, my getbak. My heartbreaks, my karmas. My set backs, my home town. My life time, my sun up. My sundown, my everything. My used to be, my has been.
Tell ya daddy stop his hating. Cuz I be wearing braids and rockin jerseys daily. But that dont mean im thuggin though. He dont want me with ya. But I aint tryna hear it though.