Look, I need the best drinks I love the best hos I grow the best weed And blow the best smoke Mama, they love me from NY here back to Fresno But they trying to bring your son Down like the West Coast Still instrumental on top of these instrumentals I can say that we the same But it's too hard to pretend to You ain't been thru what I been thru Man, I charge it to the game It's cool, I got my incidentals Bitch, I'm doing everything I planned to I'm with a girl that's just too much for you to handle my mans will squeeze the handle And put you on a mantle Respect a nigga doing everything that you can't do