作曲 : Clifford Harris/Lavell Crump/Chris Goodman
 作词 : Clifford Harris/Lavell Crump/Chris Goodman
Who the **** is that?
Yeah, *****, it's me, it's me
So humble, I'm so humble
Ay, tell me what you gon' see looking back at yo' life
Won't be worth a damn, if you ain't living it right
All we know is stripes, learned to die for respect
You make a lot of money, they admirin' that
We gettin' bags here, playa, it just is what is is
Fall, flay, do or die, kill or be killed
Remember, walking Bankhead, was a terrible thought
Intensions ain't work, tryna come up now
I'm praying God blessed me and this life I chose
Cause the new Benz dropped, can't be ridin' the old ones
In 12 hours, I done raised hell and ****
Middle of the crack era, tryna sell and ****
In Vegas, fightin' police, me and Jeezy and 'em
Hit the strip, Fat Burger, did my thing again
All I do is kick back, blow gas and smile
Reminiscing 'bout when I was young and wild
You're still feeling the effects of the **** we did
Before us, drug dealers didn't get this big
Where I'm from, it ain't glamorous
Quite the different outcome
You have a run, get indicted, then forget about him
So much greatness but not so many make it, wonder how come
It's been that way since Huey Newton, Martin, Malcolm
I got a grind and a hustle, I ain't hearing it
Plus a 1 of 1 drip that my daddy had
Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life
Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life
Looking back at yo' life
Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life
Looking back at yo' life
Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life
Looking back at yo' life
On the front line facing off with the L.A.P.D
Only ***** ain't a gang member is me
I'm certified through and through,
Ain't nothin' flawed 'bout that
The ***** was talkin **** in Houston, went assault 'bout that
And since they caught be slipping, lost my homeboy 'bout that
Some bystander died after but never quite got back
I heard they called him back, I'm thinking,
We could pay the bond, I bet'
And then one, ' Am I a maniac for thinking of that?'
Listen, yeah, my freedom on the line,
I'ma square up and cap
But ***** lying, talking 'bout I told,
He really chilling with a rat though
We through Paperwork party, show mine on a yard
And gym park; coached ball, taught a class and all
With the only one from Georgia gettin' regular visits
Filled up a couple busses so my people could kick it
Really did that, how the **** you live with yourself?
Knowing the only thing you ever did, you did it for self
Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life
Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life
Looking back at yo' life
Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life
Looking back at yo' life
Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life
Looking back at yo' life
Everything I say, is the truth. And that's a lie.
And that's the motha ******' truth