I aint double clutching for nothing Im headed straight to the paint Im going hard like ya momma On the way to the bank When she rocking a faux paus And you think its a mink Im just spreading that vibe For all the people who cant This is for the goodtimes people The goodtime people Yeah the good die young But dontcha rush to the steeple I remember back my momma cleaning my eyes with spit Shelly was the shorty next door with the creamy skin Riding Green Machines playing cops and indians Had the games mixed up but you know we would get in This is when my brother was alive on Madison On that day I wouldve rode but he was Superman I be feeling like a punk cause Im missing my closest kin The hammer in the trunk shouldve been inside my hand Im giving a vision Im hoping feeling you people is sitting And willing to listen to all of the killing im giving in lyrics Im bringing my people a helluva of mission I remember back when crack would ruin homes Just one inch and poppa moved on Yes We contenders and momma we groove on Like atomic dog inside a big storm Sometimes my voice heavy Xing all norms I wish I could save everyone who eventually gone But momma said watch what you wishing for Its plenty people live who struggling and poor Yo Granny in the sky whatcha weeping for Cause she the only one who understood yo boy Growing up in the hood when thugs would chase me home But my first real fights with the ones who gone Learning how to bob n weave cause when big bro gone Every body challenged me while he in group homes I done been through more stuff than my momma know Thats why in her presence its a somber tone I done learned life lessons is a blessing you get And I love living this aint no time to split I done learned life lessons is a blessing you get And I love living this aint no time to split