Let me take you down to South Sac Show you where my moms at Taste that home cooking that I’m used to Way you hold me down like that Way you get that bag Swear to god lil momma you the truth ou I don’t wanna **** this up x4 Let me take you to my momma crib Really she my foster mom but raised me since a lil kid I don’t usually do this but felt moved to Call that shit your voodoo Proved me wrong Never thought I’d find love in the pen But you popped up like a potluck You brought that shit fr Even though I’m locked up you rocked with it fr Said my loves contagious and you caught that shit fr Told me keep my head like you Pac and shit fr You held a canvas up, told me paint a picture Told you by my vision, and you told me we’ll get richer For the days that I had struggled with my brothers and my sisters Cause my momma was on crack And my daddy wasn’t shit huh that’s fr We gotta win, gotta grin Gotta feel the wind up in my face for years up in the pen Got my kin, I got us both I gotta show you to my momma Gotta show her, who done got her sons soul Hook Yea this is true facts, Exes they was too wack Lotta females tried to drag me out but I don’t do that Fr naw I don’t do cap And I ain’t tryna move back to the slums Too attached to it I was but that I moved past Let’s run it up like mountain climbing Familiar with the bottom Tryna try out mountain climates Respect the code of silence Respect that I’m out grinding Respect that it’s bout timing we’ll do better than just fine Hook