Straight from BR

You wanna see a dead body?

Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party

Trouble's on my mind

I still smell crime, my little brother cryin'

Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis

Either that or my auntie was stealin' it

Hit the pipe and start feelin' it

Ooh-wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that

This was different, jeez louise, please help me relax

Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in

When I was ten, back when nine ounces had got you ten

And nine times out of ten, niggas don't pay attention

And when it's tension in the air, nines come with extensions

My daddy turned a quarter-piece to a four and a half

Took an L, started sellin' soap fiends bubble bath

Broke his nails misusin' his pinky to treat his nose

Shirt buttoned open, taco meat laying on his gold

I said, "Daddy, one day, I'ma get you right with thirty-six zips

One thousand grams of cocaine, then your name will be rich

Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior

Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter"

He said, "Son, how come you think you'll be my connect?"

I said, "Pops, your ass is washed up, with all due respect"

He said, "Well, nigga, then show me how it all makes sense"

Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick

Your son dope, nigga

Now reap what you sowed, nigga (Please reap what you sowed, nigga)