Uh, Lebron number nine
 I guess whenever she ain’t on my *******, I’m on her mind
 It's quite cliche to just say that I'm on my grind
 And phone conversations
 Ain't substitution for time in another city
 Reminisce on days when I ain't have a ******* penny
 These groupie ******* in this game wasn't ******* with me
 Couldn't get a dollar for a rap show
 Got a gun, a ski mask and a half an ounce of crack, though
 Slammin', in the pizza shop with Jacque
 Last dollar on a slice, this contraband in my sock,
 Wish you knew the feeling
 We're both so different, but our situations so appealing
 Now I can't make it without you girl, you my new religion
 And every hustler needs a main thing
 Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change
 Uh, said every hustler needs a main thing
 Baby, once I get it I'mma make your last name change
 Gibbs, uh
 We still socking
 Glock is still popping
 Paper still dropping
 Lord, it ain't stopping
 Girl, I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper
 Yeah, the blocks still cracking, and girl, know what I'm packing
 And if you pop off, you gon' know what I'm jacking
 But I'm coming home, as soon as I get this paper
 Ayo, summertime, 105°
 Getting mine, the smoke line
 They want the kush, the Cali kind
 I smoke wit' her, I choke wit' it, get dosed wit' her
 A go-getter, helped me come up from a broke *******
 The home team
 And she ain't just in my pocket, she got her own cream
 Sometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing
 And once we fight, it's back to *******
 My polos and my timbos out the window, but its nothin, what
 Uh, said once we fight, it's back to *******
 I bend that ass right over on the sofa, like it's nothing
 So bust it open for a player, nose to your ******* toes
 I'm coming home, don't be tripping on them other hoes