[Verse 1 - Game]. Mama told me stay away from them niggas. Mama told me she had a K for them niggas. Mama told me she go to pay for them niggas. While my grandmother told me that she would pray for them niggas. They just young black and ignorant. Lusting over models and the Benjamins. Got the game twisted like (what?) licorice. When I was rocking lottos moving packs in front of McDonalds. She was looking for me pulled up in that Old El Dorado. I was running around with Chase chasing new black wheels. Why would I do that still? That's what got 2Pac killed... But I use that still cause I won't do that deal. Screw the muzzle in potatoes of that new Mac Mill. What did I learn? Nothing. My papa smoking sherm blunts and. Beating on my moms like her head was a percussion. Tat! Tat! My .45 knocking on your window. She said there would be days like this. Pharrell drop the instrumental. [Pharrell]. Yezzir... [Hook - Nelly Furtado]. I know I must go and I don't know my way. Still don't know where we all came from. [Verse 2 - Game]. Crack a Swisher crack a 5th up. Hennessy pouring like Niagara Falls. Used to watch Magic he showed me how to ball. Moms working late night to get a plate right. Had some older brothers all we did was smoke and play-fight. Wish I could go back to them days cause streets don't play right. Some niggas hard other niggas was the Kid N Play type. Didn't stop me from pretending I was Apollo from Rocky. Working on my dip-game now nobody wanna box me. Pick and choose stick and move. So many dudes ended up in sleeping bags on late-night news. But not my mama's song going around. the hood serving customers. She yapping in my ear but it's louder than the muffler. What I didn't listen to I wish I would've trusted her. Wish I had a shovel be digging both of my brothers up. Like "here hug em ma one last time". Put a chain on both of them niggas they get one last shine. [Hook - Nelly Furtado]. [Verse 3 - Game]. Put your glock down recognize a king cause it's my town. Word to my mother you can throw up your rock now. Got off the beef shit cause I ain't tryna see my mama in all-black. Right there crying over hard facts. Now she gotta turn in all her cars and get her house back. Never! She carried me for 9 months so she can have whatever. Plus she taught me how to shoot Berettas. told me that I'd be a king. So RIP to Coretta if you don't understand that. Then refer to my letter while I sprinkle. Niggas with platinum from my last album. Got the check so I signed on the X like Malcolm. Riding through the hood you hating niggas like "how come?". That niggas Game got it heard he selling talcum. Either way hey playboy check it this is the outcome. You might not like it but my mama psychic. Why you niggas twisted like the top of a Sidekick?. I know I must go and I don't know my way. Still don't know where we all came from. I know I must go and I don't know my way. Still don't know where we all came from