"Yeah, uh, look" Snakes in the grass but I've been shaving it Tryna' reach new heights, but I've been pacin' it I done spent decades on this music sh*t Bumpin' Ludacris, Jadakiss, and St. Lunatics Lately, my career been a candle in the wind But I ain't goin' no where till' mama up in that Benz I used to watch my uncles hang out by the fence 'Till my uncle hit the Fence, and ended up in the Feds Crockpot in the summer, raised by a single mother C*caine in my socks, never touched no baking soda Stop sign with the homies, lookin' out for one another Fist fights at the park, lookin' out for undercover's That's the sh*t that we was raised in Growing up as a kid, with family in the State Pen' That ain't the life that was meant for me That ain't the life that was meant for me I been waitin' so damn long Tryna' find my way back home Tryna' find my way back home Tryna' find my way back (Tryna' find my way back) I been waitin' so damn long Tryna' find my way back home My people are dyin' mothers are cryin' They just want they kids back home I been waitin' so damn long Tryna' find my way back home My people are dyin' mothers are cryin' Tell my why the city's so cold I put n***as on Reasonable Doubt When I was in Compton, in the hood, squeezin' 'em out Gave my mother and my grandmother reasons to shout Out the window, when they said I wasn't leaving the house Lil' snotty nosed n***a Used to be in the Southside All the b*tches loved me, used to leave 'em with they moth wide 'Cuz when Jayceon came outside Guess jeans, Jordans, and that Gl*ck from the couch ride But here we are, Maybach's and Coupes Long way from that demo that I played back for Snoop Same demo that I handed to Suge, at Nineteen Ridin' down Wilshire in my Impala, the ice cream I was on some Master P sh*t N***as see me, know it's no limit to this heat b*tch 'Member when my teacher said I wouldn't be sh*t Ms. Smith and my math teacher Mr. Johnson eat D*ck I been waitin' so damn long Tryna' find my way back home Tryna' find my way back home Tryna' find my way back (Tryna find my way back) I been waitin' so damn long Tryna' find my way back home My people are dyin' mothers are cryin' They just want they kids back home I been waitin' so damn long Tryna' find my way back home My people are dyin' mothers are cryin' Tell my why the city's so cold