Intro

Yeah, one two, bless
Yeah yeah, check it
I got my mellow sean lett
He gonna get down for y'all chicago style
Eighty-seven, you know the bidness, check it
common, sean lett
After eight years of my life, of smoking and drinking
The world keeps spinning, so lately i've been thinking
After eight years of my life, of smoking and drinking
The world keeps spinning, so lately i've been thinking
one: common
Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet
Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick i've adopted
Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be game
Hoes in the stable, none do i claim
Niggaz with nothin to shoot for, at they only aim
Gramps in the choir singin it's gonna rain
In the midst of precipitation, i make the power
Manipulations, so my offspring'll be straight for generations
Got connections in the nation
To incarceration, to general population
More lyrics than jason, look me in the face when you speak to me
You got a tattoo? bitch youse a fre