Look at where we are now
It's a long way from those dirty roads and them pine trees
So I assume
As smoke fills the room me and my pleigha partners congregate
To politic and plot on our next move
See you ain't from where we from
You ain't done what we done
Them cold winter nights, that air ain't in your lungs
Burglar bars on the windows and doors
Rats and roaches on the double wide trailer floors
See me and my niggas use to reach in our pockets and pull out lint
So we knew it was something else out here we had to go get
Yeah I'm down for this lick but nigga f*ck all that shit I'm really trying to find out
How can a nigga go legit
So look at where we are now
As I roll up my past and blow smoke in my path
I can't call whats' coming but I know at the end of this life the only destination is home
So you can tag along as long as you roll one up
As we roam