 Let the dope boys out. Thank God you let me crash on your couch. Who's my God that I'm praying to now? Early 2000s, they tried to jump me in, Latino protection. Any direction, you gave me a blessing. Text him, I text him, I told him, I got him. Told him I made it to Hollywood. All that tongue, once in summer, don't fail. I'm planning record, not going to keep my black out of jail. This is real. Miss my brother, I love my mother. Drove all the way to Cali just to check up on me.