Hometown lady, leavin' for the city Bags in hand, she's boardin' the train Her last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mine I waved
Well I was born in a tumbled down shack one quarter of a mile from a railroad track Mama was a drifter daddy was a bum and they didn't want a little hobo
This is that dope-on-dope Smoke but don't choke on It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies Have been known to croak Unless them toke of it's the bomb For
So you've come from a long ways to go Endowed with the flow and the destinies to grow Into what you've come to be, the sons of the P As it is so shall
Then when you let it You asked for nothing Why don't you share it All of the time you live There's something out there Just wanna know, how far to live
Papa was a rollin' stone But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone Only I know that I can't do it alone Only I know that I can't do it alone August
Sir, I'm a bit nervous 'Bout being here today Still not real sure what I'm going to say So bare with me please If I take up too much of your time, See
It's the way he looks at you That says to me, "This isn't over" From the outside looking in You see there's nothing sacred here Nothing sacred You can
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Young desperado straight out the grotto I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino Lil
I didn't know my mama That she had a son like me, oh no, he baby I say I didn't know my mama, no, no I didn't know she had a son like me Oh baby, baby
When you're standing alone with the mountains and the sea Where the arms of the world are opened wide Where the truth is as plain as the falling rain
I tried very hard to keep the tears from rolling down my face I tried hard to keep remembering my rightful place I can't look sad I must act cheerful
Born a poor young country boy Mother Nature's son All day long I'm sitting, singing songs for everyone Sit beside a mountain stream See her waters rise
I prayed to feel more joy in my salvation A selfish prayer I finally came to know For the greatest joy while living comes to me when I am giving Giving
[ Don Rich ] Pick a little cotton put it in the wagon make it to the gin and then Get yourself some money and take out your honey and do it all over again
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I got army gunz) Yeah, yeah, yeah (I-I-I got army gunz) Yeah, yeah, yeah (I-I-I got army gunz) Yeah, yeah, yeah (I-I-I got army gunz
I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin' I got the money to lag and I got
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro Light up that dro, light up that dro Light up that